The EX Files ~ Part 10

Family, everyone has family, some-  you may not want to be around and others you love dearly. She had always been close to a few members of her family, she had been roommates with a couple of family members and during the years they roomed together they also took many road trips. They were not about to give up those trips and the good times they shared when they packed as if they would be leaving for a month. Their trips were mainly weekend getaways but they wanted to make sure they had an outfit for any occasion or event that might come up. Usually they would sight see, visit family, explore little towns, go on shopping trips and made plans to dine at five star restaurants.

She invited him to join them every time they made plans to get together, her and her aunt, he always declined and wished them well. She made sure she called and let him know they had arrived safely, during these getaways he would always become chatty when she called him, he would try to talk to her for hours as if he missed her terribly. She knew that wasn’t the case, he wanted to make sure she wasn’t out of her hotel room.

When she would return from these trips he would wear her down about her not calling and being considerate. He would berate her for going out to clubs or restaurants and even shopping. He couldn’t understand why she couldn’t just stay in the room by the phone waiting for his call. He accused her of stepping out on him, accused her aunt of setting her up on dates and wanting to separate them. The arguments were endless and always escalated into yelling matches.

Hours after all the yelling would wear her down and she broke down in tears he would come and sit next to her and tell her he just loved her too much. The thought of her with someone else drove him mad with jealousy. She would point out that her son and her aunt were with her and they were too busy to be meeting up with anyone. He then pointed out that her aunt was her ally and surely was the one responsible for their troubles and was plotting to separate them.

Eventually these weekend getaways would come to a halt. He had succeeded in alienating her from her friends and now he was working on her family. She would be his and only his.

To read the complete series go to “CATEGORIES” on the right side and click on “THE WRITE STUFF”.

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.**

The EX Files ~ Part 9

To read the complete series go to “CATEGORIES” on the right side and click on “THE WRITE STUFF”.

The phone, the goddamn phone, she used to love having hours long conversations with her friends and family.

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He would come home from work and pick up the phone and hit redial, at first she wasn’t sure what he was doing. A few days later her aunt casually mentioned that he kept repeatedly calling her home number and then make up some ridiculous story about meaning to call someone else but hadn’t realized she had used the phone. He was back to checking up on her, but she wasn’t going to argue with him, she began the habit of dialing her own number after she was done using the phone, this way when he picked it up and hit redial he wouldn’t embarrass her by calling her family “accidently”.

He was also incessant about the conversations that would happen within earshot, he would ask her questions about those conversations, and then he would question why she had made a certain remark. She had to replay both sides of the conversation to his satisfaction. Soon she asked all her friends to not call her if he was home, it was ridiculous to have to give out his schedule, but it became tiring to have to replay every conversation.

One day the phone rang and she picked it up, she asked the caller to hold, she went over to him and handed him the phone and walked away to continue her chores. He returned minutes later, a look of confusion on his stupid face. He asked her why she handed him the phone when the call clearly was for her, it was her aunt. She let him know she no longer was going to replay all her conversations, she was tired of that nonsense, and every phone call she ended began an inquisition. From now on he could take all her calls and let her know if there was anything of importance for her.

Sadly many of her friends stopped calling, stopped coming around, he had a way of making everyone that was close to her feel very uncomfortable.

He had accomplished what he set out to do, he had managed to isolate her even more

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.**

The EX Files ~ Part 5

***To read the complete series go to “CATEGORIES” on the right side and click on “THE WRITE STUFF”.***

She realized that he was an insecure man, jealous, controlling and not all together very bright, but he also had a mean streak to him that terrified her. She had in mind that her vows were meant to last a lifetime, but would she? Every day the reminders of her stupidity were repeated, he could not let her get out of the house without reminding her that she was his.

In another world, the one where she would go to for her job, she had friends, she had laughter and she had freedom. There she could be herself, she could have articulate conversations, she could share a joke, her friends got her sense of humor, they didn’t judge her, and they didn’t want to change her. She was perfect just the way she was. She was the only one that could not see it.

He began to notice the changes in her and determined that he did not like where things were going. He could see that she had begun to rebel against him, he wasn’t going to allow that. He began to call her throughout the work day; it got to where she had to stay close by the phone when the clock indicated his shift at his job had ended. She was embarrassed that he was calling her so much; she didn’t want her coworkers to hear her conversations with him. She would have to reassure him that she was indeed at work that was confirmed by her answering the phone. When she didn’t answer he would berate her for not getting to the phone, she tried to explain to him that at times she would be assisting customers making it impossible for her to get to the phone.

One beautiful spring day was marred by the reflection hitting a vehicle out in the parking lot and shining into the store front window. Her coworkers came to her and warned her to be careful when she left home after her shift ended, they had noted the car and its driver parked around the lot in different places, but always with a vantage point into the store front. She became mortified when she realized it was her husband. Now she realized why the calls had become infrequent, she also realized why their son was always warm to the touch when she got home and picked him. He had kept their son with him in the car exposed to the hot son while he kept an eye on her.

It was a maddening situation and she knew she would be in for a long night, she had not done anything but go to work and return home after her shift. She already was aware that every evening upon her return he would go to her vehicle and check the mileage and question any discrepancy on the odometer. She dared not go anywhere else and risk his rage and accusations, she had no other place to go but to her job. She would even take her lunch with her so that he wouldn’t question the additional miles on the vehicle. When her coworkers invited her out she would make excuses about not having money on her, or not being hungry or explain that she had brought her lunch.

Her coworkers had already figured out who the stalker in the parking lot was, they had overheard her on the phone with him and had seen her being dropped off before. They were respectful of her privacy and did not want to embarrass her; they wanted to reassure her that she had friends who cared. Soon they were able to convince her to join them for lunch, no excuses allowed, they would drive her, they would pay her lunch, and they would just be happy with her company even if all she did was sit there and have a drink.

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.**

A life written on paper~

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As my reading progresses, I am struck with thoughts….these thoughts keep interrupting my reading, it is eerie reading something that is so familiar to me. Domestic violence is the theme of one book, and as I am reading it I am reminded of what I’ve lived, not only have I lived it but I worked with other victims of domestic abuse…I am struck by the similarity in most cases, the issues of jealousy and control, how that sometimes slowly progresses to physical abuse, sometimes there is no physical abuse, and even if there is, most victims will tell you that they can recover from the physical abuse much quicker than what is done to them psychologically. (I was never physically abused, just in case you were wondering). But the damage is more severe to a woman’s psyche when years of emotional and verbal abuse take their toll. As I read page after page I get a sense of deja vu, as I’ve heard the stories countless times…yet I keep reading…I feel a need to continue reading so that I may get a better understanding of victimology….I know I’m weird that way….

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The other book I’m reading details mania, the highs and lows, and it is a very candid telling, it has made me question different periods in my life where I’ve wondered about my sanity. I think it is safe to say that I am sane…LOL…or if I was to self diagnose and use this authors own account as a basis for comparison, then yes, I’m okay…but I wonder….LOL….certainly I have experienced very high, highs in my own life as well as very low, lows…but never as severe as this author.

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Color me Dark

I’ve got other books to read and I may give myself a break from this dark stuff….maybe I’ll read a bit of fluff and see if I can relate to fluff…right now the only fluff I find relatable is my fluffy hair and fluffy ass….but none of the books I have are about either ass or hair….sheesh….but I do have a western, and a book on aging…I don’t know that I am ready to tackle aging…I already feel a gazillion years old.

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