Powerful words from a survivor. Well done, Goldfish. Well. Done.
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month.
It began with a charming man who was outgoing, funny, intelligent, thoughtful. People loved him and wanted to be around him.
It began with lies. A white lie here, another there. He would say, “when I was at university…” even though I had known him since high school and knew that he never went to college. I could have blown his lies, but I didn’t say anything.
It began with lies to me. “I’m off to work…” and when I’d call, they’d say that he was fired a month ago for theft. He’d tell me that he was framed and he found another job. He just forgot to tell me.
It began when his sixteen year old sister took a loaded shotgun to her head. His father cleaning bits of her off the walls. Blood stained flowery wallpaper. He was never sober again.
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