My ex had tried to kill me. He had been drinking and was in a rage black out.
He wanted to take our Son in the station wagon from Florida to his Mom's house (in Iowa) alone, drunk off his ass.
UM NO.
So I helped him pack and put myself between him and the child. He finally left. Then came back in the middle of the night and sucker punched me in my eye when I came out of the hallway.
I nearly lopped his head off with some metal poles we had for selling clothing at the flea market, but I was sober and thought better of it. Then I put them under the couch and put my weight on it to keep him from getting them so he tried to strangle me. I managed to scream and he ran off to call the police on me.
I ran to another apartment and stayed with a friend until my Dad came the next day from California. The police did nothing about the initial incident because I was the one with the black eye and redness around my neck. When my Dad and I repossessed the apartment my ex tried to go after my father with a butcher knife. I got between them and he backed off. BUT the police were called again and the ex got carted off.
I moved back to California and my whole life was turned upside down. As a Catholic I didn't want a divorce but there was no way I could live with an active alcoholic who might flip out and kill me at any moment.
SUNRISES and SUNSETS were my balm at that time. I reasoned "If God cares enough to repaint the sky morning and night and arrange it so each person can have their own unique experience of it, then he cares enough to be there for me in the hard things of my life."
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