Prologue
Present Day 1985
“No please don’t hurt me, I am sorry, I didn’t know they were
yours; I didn’t mean anything by moving them.
“Yeah right”, he said while picking his teeth. Then, he rose his
hand as if to strike me, but didn’t. I stood tall before him, looked him square
in his beautiful dark brown bedroom eyes, and asked, “I said I was sorry, why
you don’t believe me; are you alright, what is happening to you?”
He stared down at me and sighed, “I cannot hurt you, you are
part of me; the other half of my soul…… it would be as if I were hurting myself
and I will not allow that to happen at any cost.”
“Then why do you raise your hand as if to strike my face when
angered?” I scanned his face looking for that familiar spark of compassion and
saw only a trace.
Tearing up, he turned his eyes away from mine, looking out over
the ocean he said, “Leave me, leave me before I can no longer control myself, I
am changing in ways unknown to me; I fear myself losing control.
“It’s okay to be angry, look what they did to us; what’s
happening to you right now, we can’t go back there, they will try to kill you,
they always fear what they don’t understand.”
“I am becoming more and more unglued every day, the last thing I
want to do is bring harm to you or our unborn child, if that were to happen it
would be the death of my soul.”
“I can’t … I won’t. I refuse to raise our child without you, for
better or for worse, you are a part of me too.” What do I tell our child when
he asks where his father is? He abandoned us just like my father abandoned me?
We are stronger than this… you are strong, intelligent, we can get through
this…”
This is the part where you grab life by its ugly head, and rip
it off.
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