It took a very short time for them to get settled into their new home, he began working the very next day after they arrived, so it would be up to her to get everything in order in their new home. They had lucked out in the arrangements for what would be home; it was a small trailer house out in the middle of a wooded area off the highway. It was secluded and completely furnished, all she would need was to go and get groceries, linens, toiletries and get home in time to make dinner for her family.
Dinner consisted of a simple meal that would be easy to prepare, she had not yet mastered the art of cooking and cans and boxes were her friends. She wore her best smile and had even found the time to get their son and herself cleaned and dressed in fresh clothing. He walked in the door and she greeted him with the biggest smile she could give him without actually breaking her jaw in the process. He took a look around and began to criticize her for not having disposed of the boxes they had used for packing their belongings. She tried diffusing that by walking him into the dining area and showing off the table she had set, dinner was hot and ready on the stove; his cold drink was also ready. He walked over to the stove and took a look at what she had prepared and began to complain about having to eat shit that came out of a box.
For the next hour as they sat to eat the only words being exchanged were the names he called her, stupid, lazy, useless, bitch, dumb and many other hurtful words. There was no praise for anything she had done to make the place warm and cozy.
Two weeks into their arrival a knock came at the door, she got up to answer it and was soon to find herself face to face with her sister in law and her family in tow, she stepped aside and ushered them in. Her husband then got up and walked outside with his brother in law and they began to bring boxes in, her sister in law had already made her way to the first bedroom and began to clear out her sons’ belongings and putting them out in the hall.
She was confused and tried to get her husband’s attention to ask him what was going on but he ignored her and kept carrying boxes in. Forty five minutes later her husband came in and began to yell at her as she hadn’t done anything with the items in the hall. He began calling her stupid as she had not yet figured out what was happening. In hindsight she did know, she just didn’t want to accept that she had lost her home.
She gathered toys, and the clothes that had carelessly been tossed on the floor and took them into the other bedroom, she closed the door behind her and began to cry as she folded her sons’ clothes and put them in the drawer next to her things. The toys would not have a place so were left on the floor together with the infant carrier, diaper bag and other items.
Her quiet world changed in that instant, she could hear her sister in law in the kitchen throwing out food and replacing it with her things, they laughed at her and she could hear the criticism over her cooking. She decided to stay in the bedroom with her son, she could hear everything they said and the jokes at her expense, this was a small trailer and they were but a few feet away.
That night she decided she would talk to her husband about her finding a job….
Disclaimer**Given the nature of the books I have been reading lately I am inspired to write a few short stories revisiting parts of my life that included episodes of domestic violence….I will be calling this series “The Ex Files” very clever right….lol….I thought so….it will be an amalgamation of my personal experiences steeped with those of others that I was very close to. The parallels are uncanny in some instances….but the patterns of abusers and abusees are almost always the same…it’s like the same behaviors are either taught to the next generation or there are some secret classes being held somewhere in some secret location.**