He left with the boys, but I felt like he was still outside. Still wanting me to do something I didn’t want to do. I knew he wasn’t there, but I felt him all around me; if he had intended to invoke fear in me, he succeeded. Eventually I watched the end of a recorded show. It didn’t help, so I called my sister. That helped some.
I heard myself tell her that what he’d done was wrong. I wasn’t wasting time thinking about WHY he did it or what he hoped to gain from it. I didn’t care about those things. All I wanted to do was be FREE from the after shock.
I think Will didn’t want me to talk to her because he wants me to believe I am all alone in my assertion that he is abusive. But, between you and me, I know I’m not alone.