I hid from him,
took great pains to not have my name in that thing they call the Internet.
Alas, he still found me
on that stupid thing called Facebook.
When I left,
I left because I was scared.
A voice told me I had to leave.
So I did.
I packed in one night,
only books, clothes, a zester and a salad spinner.
For nearly 20 years, I said I ran from a bad man.
I was convinced of it,
Convinced I did the right thing.
But then one peep started talking to me,
telling me he was okay.
It started with a whisper,
“He’s safe. He IS safe.
Talk to him.”
I ignored it,
but the whispers would not yield.
Finally, I gave in
And found him on that Internet.
And I was wrong,
Wrong about everything I believed.
All those years ago,
We did not know
I had DID.
My dear sweet love was having a hard time all those years ago.
He left the only job he had ever known.
There was despair and a hole in his heart in a life without that job.
He would hole up in that room all by himself,
and not say a word.
Just play his video games
and grunt my way.
One day I had enough of no talk.
He had a bowl of popcorn cradled in his arm.
He gave me a scowl and cower as I walked in.
I popped that bowl of popcorn straight in the air
and it rained popcorn on our despair.
A peep I didn’t know I had was scared,
and wanted to run.
My husband’s despair was a reminder of woe
the peep felt in the scary house of long ago.
This was not the same,
but how were we to know?
When I left he cried
and asked me not to go.
I left, and did not turn back.
Nearly 20 years later,
I turn back.
Now, I cry,
and ask him not to go.
Wow. So powerful and insightful. Good to hear from you again too. Was starting to wonder where you were! xx
Trying to make my way back.
Hey you’ve been missed! As Bourbon says powerful!