Getting Away with Not-so-literal Murder {4}

Insecurity is a state of mind—

So is confidence and sexiness
Therefore so is shy
Twelve years ago I managed to somehow remove us safely 
From an abusive situation 
Without having to engage a restraining order—I was oddly happy within that idea. 
Kindness begets kindness.
It probably helped that he didn't own a real gun—apparently he had something that resembled one the night of his Mental Health Arrest. The day after my 39th birthday when he finally admitted to me in a birthday card that I was a good mother.  The very snowy january evening I came home from work, picked up the girls from daycare, buckled them into their toddler seats, gave them a healthy semblance of dinner, turned on a movie, and ran outside to shovel enough of the foot of snow that had occurred on the hill of a driveway we had, so I could get the soon-to-be repossessed mini van into the garage. It was in those tiny minutes of "dinner" that he chose to consider taking his life and leave a sickly message on our answering machine. 
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  1. greunie

    This is a chilling write.

    May 08, 2013
  2. SEC

    quiet bravery!

    May 08, 2013
  3. withwings

    This gave me actual chills

    May 08, 2013
  4. Munkyman

    May 08, 2013
  5. KGL

    Awesome write.

    May 08, 2013
  6. dreamshadow59

    This sent shivers up my spine sis….

    May 08, 2013