I have tears in my coffee today as I think about the day that I held my beautiful daughter arrived on our doorstep with mascara smearing her eyes and staining her cheeks and a dark bruise forming around her eye, I thought "how did I fail her so badly as a mother?", why did I read her all those fairy tales where women are treated like princesses and couples live happily ever after.
My daughters beautiful pale skin bruised and broken from the fists of a man that she called her lover. How did my bright child ever come to this place? Her father 'Dave' wanted to go around to that young man’s apartment and I am not sure what he would have done with all the rage he was holding.
I just wanted my little girl to come home and we could rebuild her confidence and future from the shattered picture of her life with a man that thought it was okay to hit his girlfriend when nobody was looking.
I think this is a part of me is still afraid to let her go to New York and pursue her career, so far away from the safety of her family home and comforting hugs of her Mum and Dad, I can only hope that a stranger would take the time to listen to her and know that she is a loved daughter, sister, granddaughter and hopefully one day mother.
If you have ever had a man raise his fist to you, please tell your mother, of if you cannot speak to her share your story with me and we can try to find some help for you close to home.
My daughters beautiful pale skin bruised and broken from the fists of a man that she called her lover. How did my bright child ever come to this place? Her father 'Dave' wanted to go around to that young man’s apartment and I am not sure what he would have done with all the rage he was holding.
I just wanted my little girl to come home and we could rebuild her confidence and future from the shattered picture of her life with a man that thought it was okay to hit his girlfriend when nobody was looking.
I think this is a part of me is still afraid to let her go to New York and pursue her career, so far away from the safety of her family home and comforting hugs of her Mum and Dad, I can only hope that a stranger would take the time to listen to her and know that she is a loved daughter, sister, granddaughter and hopefully one day mother.
If you have ever had a man raise his fist to you, please tell your mother, of if you cannot speak to her share your story with me and we can try to find some help for you close to home.
Julie
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