But the beatings are over. Did I hurt her? I'm sure. Intentionally? Never
without many negotiations. Now I realize a high-school dropout education in
combination with our mutual inability to speak one another's language rendered
those mostly worthless. Of course I would have continued negotiations,
however life goes on. And the real abuse always landed on me. How many times
did she hit me? How hard did she try to keep me friendless? Ask her how often
she
hits her children. I wish I could help. I wish I could tell Kemmy his father
isn't dead. You heard me right, she inflicts a lie of that calibre on her own
son. I get off relatively easy I suppose. But families share karma, I'll
write about the horrorshow that is her mother someday when my stomach's
feeling strong. I'm lucky to have had my folks. And so lucky to have what
I have.
I won't share her name yet. She's very proper and very kind and I'll wait
until the pain settles a little and the site stops psychically bleeding
before I formally associate her with it. But I feel much better, thanks. The
language barrier is there but it's slowly shrinking. She likes to learn from
me and I like to learn from her. Not like the hellion. But I couldn't be here
any other way, so thank you.
She's a geek like me. She's saddled with a family, but no children. She
doesn't lie or steal. Hell, she's better at the five precepts than I am. A
35 year old virgin? So she insists. Well I might let you know when I do or
maybe she can teach me to be decent and circumspect as well. Doubt it? Yeah,
me too. But stranger things have happened. My god, haven't they though?
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