The visit-7

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by Lynz Real Cooking

It’s been almost 2 years since he was here last. His visit brought renewed fear, anxiety and physical violence. This is an on going series and part 1-6 can be found at the top of the blog. This scene is set in my oldest daughter’s apartment in the state of Washington. 

Soup bubbled on the stove, a hot and vibrant red left a trail of oats, a wave that scooped in and then surfaced again.  Low fat crackers, licorice and chocolate were stacked on the tiny table, making a cheery welcome basket of sorts.  An array of drinks stood neatly in the apartment refrigerator marking the emptiness of it all. Who would have thought this move to a tiny, run- down apartment would represent asylum and security, a safe and secret place. It was only 10 miles down the road, but in a different town and state, away from degredation and fear. Somehow this place remained untouched by his far- reaching foresight and what at times appeared to be clairvoyance.

Saleeha had prepared meals that provided comfort as well as sustenance in an attempt to stop our transient lifestyle. Her guilt at being free and able to avoid his wrath percolated beneath the surface as she contemplated coming home. Wrappers piled each day, coffees and sandwiches, depression set in as I scanned the remnants of our newly acquired routine.  A lifestyle of fruit, vegetables and low fat meals had forced my lab tests down to a reasonable level. Now I shuddered to think of what the consequences would be, but in truthfulness I did not care.  I woke each morning reevaluating the life that had been abandoned several years before, not knowing that it had just been put on hold.

The phone continued to ring throughout the day, a reminder that we were expected home to keep up the façade that had been so easily returned to. Our roles were scripted and ingrained, not easily forsaken after years of disciplined rehearsal.

 

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90 thoughts on “The visit-7”

  4. I can just feel the tension, Lynn. The walk on the tightrope. As always beautifully written. I agree with Bernadette, that your writing gets better and better, though I think your amazing talent has been there from the start. I can’t wait for your book to be finished. 🙂

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  6. I am pleased your are adding chapters. You have a way of writing stories that are very engaging to the reader and one that a reader can easily put themselves in your shoes. That is the tall tale of a good writer. What a life you had led and the courage against adversity is remarkable. Be well my friend. ❤

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  7. So glad you have moved on! I know that once our cupcakerie closed because of my husband’s dance with cancer and his successful sideswipe, I wanted to redo all the good and bad times but in the end, we move on for a healthier life.

    Wishing you the best!

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  10. His control was so astounding Lynn! To now sit back and reflect on those times, how far you have come is amazing. Writing sometimes comes in spurts of thoughts and energy, just let the words flow as you feel like it, they will come. This idiot is no longer a part of your life (thankfully) and so you will carry on, find yourself and gain strength each and every day. Although, it may seem to allude you at times we see the strides you are making and the effort you are making forward. For that we love you, and…know you’ll be alright! Big Hugs xoxoxoxoxo b-2

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    1. Thanks so much Cheryl! Your words mean allot to me because you understand and your words show the depth of how you get it! Yes many days it does allude me and I feel trapped again, but it is getting better! Thanks for caring and for the love! xoxoxo

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  12. so beautifully and hauntingly written – you are such a gifted writer, Lynn – who certainly has a story to tell. And a life to heal from – and to help others like you! Hugs!

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  15. I can only imagine what it must have been like to take the first leap … and with so many children … you had to do what you had to do. And telling it makes me understand what a strong and courageous woman you are.

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  16. Bravo! What courage it takes to write about such things and to do it so well and with an intensity that allow us to feel a little of what it must have been like. Like the others above, I hope you continue with your story as doing so is always such a cathartic release. Love and hugs, Natalie 🙂 ❤

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  18. You are writing so very well, dear sister 🙂
    I admire, that you are able to get all those emotions out in such a catching way, as you are writing. Good to hear, that you writers blocking are passed again.
    I hope for you, that you will never see or hear from that monster again. You deserve to live a happy life, you have had your part of challenges for this life.
    Love ❤

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  24. You manage to convey sanctuary and inherent danger at the same time … that dreadful creeping feeling that he sees it all, that he won’t give up calling, that he will keep on insisting until you, eroded to your last shred, give in and yet that feeling of attempting normality. Lynn … you are doing so so well in getting this out. So well. xxxx

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  26. So glad to see you back to writing…it has to be cathartic to get it out and leave it on paper…..I feel so honored that you are sharing your “past” life with us all….you are truly the bravest woman I know…..stand tall, be strong, he cannot hurt you anymore…..your a beautiful, talented, caring woman who has surrounded herself with love….xxxxlots of hugs to you….xxxxxkkat

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  30. My thought was how wonderful that your daughter had a place of her own, and you could for a time go there to break away.

    You sure know how to end each chapter with drama and anticipation! Looking forward to the next chapter.

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