She had gone through meticulous attention to be sure every thing was just "so." Tonight she would not give him a reason. Tonight everything was supposed to be perfect. The house was clean and quiet. Dinner was warm to the touch. His drink was poured the moment he stepped into the apartment. She even went a step further and put her hair up in a bun and wore the sundress he had bought her just following the last time he kicked her a##. Tonight was supposed to be quiet.
She prayed this beating would not last long or at least that it would not be loud and scare the children even more than usual. Why she prayed can't he just drag me in the room by my hair and straddle my chest while thumping my forehead, reminding me of how completely worthless I am? Reminding me of how lucky I am that he has taken such pity on me and allowed me to stay in "his" home. This night would be especially loud. He seemed intent on making sure it was very loud. It did not matter....he even reveled in having the children present.
The next day she awoke as usual, got the kids ready for school. She put extra sweets in their lunch box hoping that would put a surprise smile on their faces at lunch time. She told them once again how much she loved them, and while he slept off last night, they tip toed out of the house and started their day. Closing the door on last night's secret secrets.
She went off to her executive job downtown where everyone called her Mrs., boss, and Chairman. A job where people looked up to her, constantly asking her what her secret was to being so well put together. They wanted to know her secret to being so strong and poised and confident. They all wanted more than anything to know her secret!
It is time to stop keeping those kind of secrets, before it is too late. NATIONAL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE MONTH OCTOBER 2014. Plan ahead and start asking the really tough questions. Approximately 1.3 million women and 835,000 men are physically assaulted by an intimate partner annually in the United States. We all know someone is this situation. We just need to get them to share their secret. No one has a perfect life. Perhaps if we stop pretending our life is perfect we make room for her to stop pretending her nights are quiet.