I Am Still Here Because Of a Passing Hug From Angels
Occasionally we have to travel through a long dark tunnel before glimpsing the light
Sometimes death can seem like a blessing. Because you finally get peace of mind from the unrelenting abuse.
To this day, I am not sure if he was pushing me towards taking that extreme step or maybe one of those personality types who get off on destroying others. I recall I had reached the end of the rope when he flung those hurtful words in my face: “Thanks to you, my daughter now has the dreaded disorder.”
Father and daughter had just returned from the doctor who had diagnosed my toddler with a disorder that seemed to pick and choose random victims on my side of the family.
I didn’t go to the appointment because I thought it best considering I was still reeling from discovering my ex-husband had been unfaithful to me on top of everything else.
In hindsight, this might have been a tactic for bringing me to heel. To take attention away from his indiscretions and deflecting the blame. After all, he knew what would hurt me the most and did a good job twisting the knife.
This was the man, a doctor, who had sympathized with my sibling’s plight as newlyweds and promised to do everything in his…
