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You've come to a place of complete empathy, sympathy, and understanding
as to why some mom's feel driven to strap their babes into car seats
and buckle their own selves in
while driving straight off a dock and into a lake.
Believing their desperate act will have them all escape their hell on earth
to be together, at peace, in heaven with all of their worries,
fears, pains, and anxieties laid to rest with their bodies.
You won't do these things
but you also won't judge
as you weep in horror
for the choice they made.
Divorce doesn't mean you escape the monstrosity.
A judge is going to rule and have his or her say
and you'll have zero control over that.
You'll escape but your kids might not.
Divorce doesn't solve it all.
You're simply forced to deal with another differently
and sometimes things will go your way
and sometimes they won't.
Will leaving the chaos for an unknown future,
for you and your children,
Does the thought of being penniless rather than being in the comfortable "home",
(comfortable in its frame only),
keep you within the lies?
How many times do you have to be called lazy, f**k face, cunt, moron,
puddin' head, ugly, dumb, good for nothing, psychotic bit**,
and every other ungodly name
in front of your children
before you run?
Dodging the daily bullets thrown at their mom pierce their hearts too.
Caught by the cross-fire of abuse.
They've already seen and heard too much.
At some point, you've got to pull-up stakes and say enough is enough.
This just won't do.
They deserve better and so do you.
"Please Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away."
Sometimes God answers our prayers
and gives us those wings in unexpected ways.
And sometimes we're meant to run with our own two feet.
There is no love, honor, or cherishing within abuse.
Those vows broken long ago.
It's okay to run.