I Didn't Know What Time It Was, But It Was Time

by Kathleen
(Minnesota)

I never thought I would be calling 911. I never thought I would be preparing for a hearing for an Order for Protection. I never thought I wouldn't cry. I never thought I would be entering the local shelter and seeking an advocate.

I am now travelling a new direction. My terrorist has been removed from my home, but still, I am not at ease. Perhaps it is because it has not really sunk in. After years of subtle degrees of domination, I have become accustomed to not recognize dramatic change. Or, maybe, I have given myself blinders to ignore the noise of this business as the thoroughbred is outfitted with, to win the race.

I think I am not really abused because my eyes were never blackened but that is just a lie I tell myself. Others looking in have seen it all along. I think I will stay the course. Others say I can. I don't know what time it is, but I know it is time. And I will run the course and not run from him.