“But you weren’t hurt this time.”
Words from my (soon to be ex) mother in law about a new assault on me by her son. No, Mother in Law, this time I was not hurt; but I was struck and I was threatened with the sort of violence I had already experienced from your son; I was taunted with social services if should I call the police; I fled the house with my small child in her pyjamas and sought sanctuary with a neighbour; I voluntarily disrupted my and my daughter’s lives by calling the police, calling social services myself, calling my child’s school, calling on support from friends, calling for it all to stop. But no, I wasn’t hurt this time.
It doesn’t happen to people like me. Or like you. Or like her. Except when it does.
Feeling deep sad wounds this evening.
-Tower of Song