24/10/2019
She was only 10 years old when she began to fantasize about her wedding ceremony, the ball dress, the tiara, her best friends who'd be her bridesmaids...not much thought was put into the individual, too young to paint that picture, the closest she came to knowing was cinderella and Prince Charming. It was a perfect picture!
In her world of fantasy, there was no possibility of the not so shining armor with several rusts here and there the prince was to wear or all together an aluminum foil.
She often heard her elders who had gone down that path make different remarks concerning that institution, from good to bad to unresolved, remarks which all at the end of the day had a bottom line "Life is not a bed of Roses". Her canvas already had the perfect picture, the one in which she told her brush the exact way to go with no grey areas. Her mind's eye was determined to see just one thing "there was no room for thorns around her rose". He was going to be perfect! It wouldn't take any work, He'd be ready made. And the day came, she got married! Her excitement was what she had envisaged, she was happy! Very much so...I knew he'd be all i said he'd be. Let's take this journey of forever together...My knight in shining armor.
A few months later, he yelled! Oh no! She thought, he didn't do that on purpose, the rage had something to do with me, I'd never anger him again... he’s perfect! And then his anger advanced, sometimes his fists were clenched and her face was the recipient, other times close objects did the job...it's all my fault was her note to self as she wiped the blood that trickled down her face from the little opening in her head
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He's an abuser, seek help please! Sola said to her. Oh no, he isn't, he's a good man, this only happens when I do something wrong.
It's not about you! Please... He's not the Prince Charming in your head.
Okay, if he does it one more time, I'm out, Sola, trust me.
And one day, his rage resurfaced, though she begged, nothing could save her from the body bag, Sola went in to see her for the last time as she lay still in the morgue, cold, alone....FROZEN!
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