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My Friday Story

From Victim to Victory

What am I doing here? Why am I in this place?

What did I do to deserve this? I was a good wife!

No, I was a great wife! So what am I doing without a home,

no job, and with three frightened, displaced children

in a woman's shelter in ville, Florida?

The room began to fill up with bewildered, battered women and children.

The women's shelter was packed to overflowing that Thursday morning.

The Bible says, " There is a time for everything, "

apparently that week in January 1981 was a time to run.

Just the day before, one of my daughters had confessed to me

that my husband of ten years was molesting her. My backbone melted.

I felt hot and cold. I was going to vomit,

but I called the ville Sheriff's Department instead.

I had to wait for the deputy in charge to call me back. It was not a long wait.

Her voice was compassionate and her instructions brief.

" You must leave with the children and get to a safe place.

I'll make the arrangements. Gather a few things for a couple of nights.

Leave a note for your husband, that you and the children are safe,

and you will call him at a specified time. Then leave. "

She gave me the shelter address, and I began calling my close friends.

Within twenty minutes I found out that I didn't have any.

Finally I called someone whom I barely knew.

She dropped everything, asking no questions, and she turned out to be

one of the greatest blessings of my life.

Within an hour and a half, we were at the shelter.

So there I sat on a cold January morning,

wondering what twist of fate had brought me to this place.

Why must I spend an hour with a bunch of homeless women,

listening to a stranger tell me about my life?

What could she possibly tell me that I didn't already know?

I had spent ten years dodging shouts and blows,

trying with all my might to " make nice " a life that had become a nightmare.

I had lied to everyone, especially myself, about what a " saint " my husband was.

I had insinuated myself between my husband and my children,

trying to keep them safe, and I had obviously failed at that.

I was as low and as lost as I've ever been in my life.

The meeting began with short introductions and brief histories all around.

We all gasped over the woman who had been set on fire,

and there were groans over the women who insisted they still wanted to go back

with their husbands or boyfriends, no matter how heinous their actions.

Finally, I told my story, swearing never to go back and

believing down to my bones that I would carry on.

Eventually, the leader of the group began to speak.

She told stories of other women, some who had succeeded and

some who had failed.

It never occurred to me that I would fail.

With courage, strength and endurance, I was certain I would succeed

in freeing my children, and myself,

from the bondage that had paralyzed us for ten years.

Finally, the leader came to the climax of her speech.

She searched every face in that room. I remember her gaze resting upon me ...

compassionate and determined.

" There is a reason, " she said, " that you are all here.

Something very specific has brought you to this day.

We know all the stories of love, betrayal, brutality and grief,

but do we know the question that will answer all your questions? "

She looked again, from face to face.

No one understood the question that would answer every question.

I even felt a bit irritated, as though she were " jerking me around. "

She continued. " Each one of you must ask yourself one question:

'What are the choices that I have made in my life, that have brought me to this

moment?' Only you can answer that question. "

The room filled immediately with murmurs,

then whispering, then shouted remarks. A few of us remained silent.

Moments passed, then suddenly the fog in my mind cleared, and I got it!

I really got it!

It was the most important turning point of my life.

It had never occurred to me, that I had made choices ...

choices not to finish school, choices to marry a man I didn't know,

choices to bring children into my uncertain world.

My children were everything to me, and

if saving them meant taking that first long, hard look at myself,

then so be it.

From the moment of that first tentative look, my life began to change.

I understood that everything that happened from that time forward

would be the result of my personal choices.

It was the first small step for me as I began to understand how to change my

life,

and the lives of my children.

In looking forward I had to take a terrifying journey into my past,

so that I could understand where I had given up my freedom to choose.

I'm still taking that journey, even as I write.

In the past twenty-four years, I have made good and bad choices.

All mine. And, yes, I take that journey into my past, every day,

pulling up the blinds and unlocking the doors.

I let the sun shine in; chasing away the shadows from my soul,

and every day the journey becomes more victorious.

Each day, I come closer to understanding my true self.

Today, laughter comes easily.

I seldom feel frightened. I'm happy.

I can see, by the grace of God, that I am a victim no longer,

for I have been given the victory.

© Jaye

About the Author

Jaye is an award winning writer and contributing author to the Chicken

Soup for the Soul series. Jaye lives with her family in the beautiful

Appalachian Mountains of Virginia. Visit Jaye's website at

www.entertainingangels.org

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