There is something everyone needs to know about me now: I feel the need to save everyone. Whether that means I help you find your keys, cook you food, or give you a home, I’m there.
When my friend’s husband passed away, I didn’t think anything about going with her to the funeral home to make final arrangements, or going over to her house to clean it up for her. I enjoy doing this, even though at times it can be pyshically and emotionally draining.
Yesterday was no exception. I called my Mom, (my real Mom, not my step Mom that I talk about all the time) and she proceeds to tell me about a terrible fight she had with her husband. I do not consider this person (the husband) a step-father or even family. I’m not a big fan of his, even less of one now. He has done nothing but cause my mother stress and pain.
It seems my Mom confronted him about calling a certain female friend from work. He has made no secret of the fact that he lusts after this woman non-stop. He denied calling her at first, but when my mom showed him the number stored on her cellphone, he admitted it and said they were “just friends“. Mom asked why he couldn’t call this person from home if they were friends, and he turned violent. I won’t go into details, but she ended up bruised, scared and hurt.
While she is telling me all this, I’m crying my eyes out and my kids are starting to get worried. I tell her to call the police immediately. She won’t, and says she is going to her doctor first. I finally persuade her to come to my house and we will take pictures of the bruises, hoping all along I can convince her to go to the police.
I had to tell my kids that “La” (what they call my Mom) was hurt and going to the doctor. I thought giving them specifics would be too much. I spent the afternoon talking to my Mom and telling her that she has to get out of this situation. She finally said she would talk to the police (even though she didn’t want him arrested) and would begin plans to move out.
First, let me say this, some people may think it’s wrong to air dirty laundry here, especially someone elses. To that I say: I will do anything I can to help my mother. I can not stand by and let her be hurt, abused or worse. I lost my little brother 2 years ago to circumstances none of us could change, but have never had a day since that I didn’t think, “What if?”. I will NEVER wash my hands of this. I will physically remove her from the situation if that meant saving her.
Second, this blog is not coherent in any way, shape or form. It tends to be my stream of consciousness, and a rambling of all the things in my life that I need to get off my chest. Forgive me if it sounds crazy because, well, maybe I am.
Finally, there is no excuse for violence. I want this man thrown in the slammer until he rots! He makes my Mom feel worthless, afraid, and that she has no way out. Well, buddy, I got news for you: you have yet to tango with me. You hurt someone I love and I pity you. If she is too afraid or tired to fight for herself, I will.
Again, forgive me for posting something so personal, but I need help, advice, strength and anything else I can get right now. Everyone pray for me and help me to know what I can do for her!