The day of my sister's wedding was approaching. She had several wedding showers, and I got to go to them. I was "sort of" talking to my family again, which was also nice. I really missed them, and if the truth be told, I WISHED I could tell them how miserable my life with him was. How much I hated what was going on. How I wished I could believe that God had someone for me, even with all of the mistakes I had made. Her life gave me hope that I had lost.
I spent the daytime hours with my family during the weekend of the wedding. I insisted they take me home at night, and I regretted it. I would have loved to have been with all of them instead.
Even though Don was invited to the wedding, he didn't go. Instead, he looked up a girl he used to know and "saw" her the day of the wedding. I didn't find out this information until much later. Do you know how much danger of STD's he put me into? I don't know why I didn't get it. Gee.
After that weekend, I began seriously considering leaving Don. I saw that there was a possibility of a good life, without the violence, maybe rebuilding my life, buying a car, having my friends again, being happy...
A couple of weeks after the wedding, we went over to Don's mom's on a Sunday afternoon. I pulled her aside and told her that I was going to call my dad that day to come get me. She was sad that it was it over for us, but she agreed with it all. She said she would take him to work with her and stay gone for several hours. She said she loved me and would miss me. The plan was in motion.
During the last few months, we had a couple of dogs. One of them mysteriously died in our kitchen. I found out it was because Don strangled it. And we had a dog at the time I was leaving, too, but I didn't take her with me. I asked his mom to make sure she got a home, and she said she would.
Unfortunately, I had already put a deposit down on another place really close to the one we were living in. It was duplex we had been waiting to get into for a long time. I still wasn't sure what to do about that. I wasn't going to worry about it, though.
His mom took us back to our apartment, and when I got out of the car, I hugged him hard. He looked at me and said, "You're looking at me like you'll never see me again!" I just smiled and walked away.
When I got into the apartment, I immediately called my dad. He said that of course, he would be there very soon, and he would bring people to get my stuff out of there. And boxes. And everything we would need.
I cried... a lot. I cried because I was relieved that this nightmare was finally going to be over for me. I cried because I hoped that God would forgive me for my stupid mistakes. I hoped that He would help me have the life that He wanted for my life all along. Mostly, I cried because I hoped that I could actually do it. I knew that I was weak where Don was concerned, and I thought about him and his reaction when he got home, and I wasn't going to be there. What would he do? Would he even care?
Just as he said, my dad showed up with a bunch of people, and we got my stuff out of there. Fast. And just like that, it was like that part of my life was going to be over.
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