The Most I’ll Say
I had a childhood that which was not totally bad, but not joyful. I grew up as everyone else, went to school as everyone else.
My parents and I did not get along. Each year it was worse. And that is why I took the first opportunity to get out of that house.
I can say I loved him, maybe I did, maybe I saw him as a rescue ship, whatever it was, I married him, and we moved away.
I never saw my parents again. They didn’t want to see me.
Even when the marriage became that bad, when I became a victim of abuse, they didn’t want to see me.
I put up with that husband of mine, and thought about escape and/or murder.
One day I just ran away. I had no where to go. I had no plan no money, nothing.
I ran away as those who would be in that disaster tried to run.
Some didn’t make it.
I did because of that disaster.