The contents of this work are the only memories of violence that I have. |
A life of violence can distort so many things. This is my recollection of my life 13 to 15 years after the chaos was put to rest. The punches have long ago stopped, the bruises healed, but the scars upon my soul will continue to keep me awake at night. I have changed the names of everyone in my story for legal purposes, but this is my story, my perception, my pain. Take from it what you will, but please don't feel sorry for me. I have moved on as best I can, instead, allow this to raise an awareness of what happens behind some closed doors. Dedication: First and foremost I dedicate this book to the men and women trying to fight their way out of domestic violence situations. Your path is a struggle, but you are not alone. For Barbara, my cousin that took a bullet at point blank range on April 22, 1976. Her “loving” husband was the gunman. My children, for loving me unconditionally as we joined hearts and souls during the path of chaos. For my parents, which tried with all of their tools and abilities to help me, even when it meant telling me “No” as a means of allowing me to grow. To me, and the strength and fortitude it took to get me to the point that I may touch others lives with the pain and frustration that I have survived. |