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Broken Road

Ramblings of a Ruined Woman

By MaxPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

Suicide is not an option, I have kids who need me. Having said that, I wish I were dead. Life would be so much easier if I could close my eyes and never wake up. I'm too tired to fix things. It's over, this was my last kick at the can, and once again, I have failed miserably.

People look at me and probably think I'm doing ok. 47 year old woman with a beautiful home on 6 waterfront acres in rural Nova Scotia, business owner, mother of two, artist, musician...they tell me I'm beautiful inside and out. I should be happy, but I'm not. I'm about to break.

My hands are cut, and bruised. Last night I tore my bedroom apart in a drunken rage. My boyfriend Larry, has been accusing me of flirting with men on social media. We have a terrible relationship, it started out good, but fell apart just like all the rest. I need to get away from him, but he won't go. I need to have some peace and quiet before something really bad happens. I'm afraid I will end up dead, and my children all alone in this rotten world. I have no one to help me, I'm alone, and I'm scared.

I quit my job in Ontario and moved to Nova Scotia two years ago. Larry and I were madly in love, or so it seemed. He's been a tattoo artist for the past 25 years, and soon after we met in 2017, we began to make plans to start a whole new life some place else. He taught me how to tattoo, and I sold my house, and bought this farm. I bought a commercial building in downtown Amherst, and we opened our tattoo shop. Things began to fall apart almost immediately. Larry became abusive, and volatile. Our fights are getting more and more intense, and dangerous. I've been abused before, I have PTSD as it is, now I think I'm gone over the edge. I literally don't care about my own safety at times, and I am standing up to him more and more. Last night I slept with a knife. I went crazy and stabbed the back of my bedroom door about 20 times. Drunk as fuck. I'm a wreck, I need help. He's in the kitchen right now, I don't want to go out and face him..

To be continued..

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