Steel Magnolia...

As you know the big day is coming, and the more I make a mad dash for the car in the morning carrying some secret stash to my friend's house, the more my nerves frazzle. As I mentioned before. Also as I mentioned, I have some (only some, mind you) guilt about how devastated he will be when we go; how for him his life will seem like it's over. So to cure myself, I just went back and read my very first blog, and then I read the second, and I kept reading, feeling so much pain for this person I was reading about, and so much contempt for this bastard who was mistreating her. It's amazing how quickly the heart can shroud itself and the mind can erase the details of painful events, so that we're able to move on, and as I read, it all came rushing back, just how abusive this guy is. Maybe that sounds crazy to you; that I could possibly "forget," but it's not really that. I know what he is, but some of the details, the exact phrases, or the reasons he went into a rage, fade with time. Particularly motivating is when I read anything about my children being affected by this man. It brought tears to my eyes. Then I went back and read all of the comments to those posts, and I feel overwhelmed with gratitude at the support, and especially to those of you who've shared your own stories with me of similar situations from which you've escaped. Very soon my children and I will join that group. But in these final days, your thoughts and comments are proving invaluable to me. Thank you, so much. Until next time, dear friend...