“This last week marks 6 years since I left my old life to start a new one.
Six years ago, my husband drove my son and me to the airport so we could visit my parents. We said goodbye and ‘see you next week.’ But I knew this wouldn’t be the case.
This false pretense was the only way I felt I could safely get away. For nine days prior, I’d been formulating the plan I’d pondered vaguely in my mind for years, but never really intended to act on.
Until it suddenly all became too much once I discovered the one good aspect of our relationship I’d been clinging to was also a lie. So I prayed for strength and guidance.
I cashed a few hundred dollars from our joint bank account. I set up a secret email he didn’t know about. I finally corresponded with my family about the part of my life they didn’t know. I packed all my most important possessions in 2 suitcases, knowing I’d probably never have a chance to get the rest.
And for nine days, I made him dinner, gave him back massages, smiled pleasantly, kissed him goodnight, walked on eggshells, and laid silently and sleeplessly next to him, acting acting acting like everything was perfectly normal.
Once I sat down on the plane with my 3-year-old safely next to me, I felt such a sense of relief and such a sense of fear of the unknown and what might lie ahead.
I wanted to break down sobbing. But I had grown so used to controlling and hiding my emotions, I simply took a few deep breaths and blinked away the moisture in my eyes.
I put my arm around my son and pulled him to my side. He stopped his coloring and looked up at me. He put his chubby little hand on my face and said, ‘It’s okay, mama. It’s okay. It’s all gonna be okay.’
He had no idea what thoughts were racing through my head at that moment. There was no obvious reason for him to say those words to me. But they felt like an answer to so many of my prayers plead in distress and desperation.
I repeated those words to myself over and over again throughout the coming months, until they finally started to become true. For anyone in a similar situation: You can also get out. And it will. be. okay.
You deserve to be happy. You deserve to not be afraid in your own home. You deserve to feel safe. It might seem too hard to get away, but it is possible. Seek help and leave. A better life is waiting for you.”
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