I wrote this very short piece ‘The Last Day’ some years ago. Today it seems more relevant than ever.
The Last Day
He seemed to take forever to get ready. He kept yelling, as usual.
“When will you ever learn to fry an egg? Useless woman!”
“How many times have I to teach you how to fold a d*** shirt?
Today, I was so tempted to answer back. But I bit my tongue. I knew it was my last day there.
At last, he left.
When his car was out of sight, I turned on the gas, took my bag and shut the door behind me.
A creature of habit, the moment he got into the house, he would light a cigarette!
Domestic violence is a very present reality for many women all over the world. We often wonder why women stay on in relationships in which they are abused. A blogger friend of mine, herself a victim, shared her story in her post, Why Do We Stay?
In my short story, I’ve tried to capture the fear and anger of a victim. This one has made a choice to escape. She also made a choice to have her revenge. I’m not advocating violence and revenge against the perpetrators of domestic violence. But sometimes, victims are driven to violence – this is a reality, but rare.In most cases, like that of Kim Sisto Robinson’s sister, the violence ends in the tragic death of the victim. Kim on her blog, My Inner Chick is constantly urging us to speak out for the victims – to be the voice of the voiceless.
The definition of abuse comes in many forms. I did not know that before. I had assumed it was only physical: hitting, punching, kicking. For example, my sister’s husband used his tongue and words as fists. These words changed her as a human being… This is abuse. Fully. We didn’t know. We would just say, “Oh, that’s just how he is. He must have had a poor childhood…..” He saved his most monstrous abuse for the end when he placed a gun to the back of her (Kay’s) head. You see, he was always a coward. He couldn’t even look her in the face. – Kim Sisto Robinson