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A Broken Life part 1
By Wargamerguy
we learn how to interact with others during our childhood years. Our
personalities are developed and formed during those years. What we learn
is often dependant on who we come into contact with and what kind of
adults we are learning from. In some cases such as abuse from an adult,
we learn to fear and hate. In cases of childhood abuse, the child learns
the world is a fearful place and as an adult, his or her adult life can
be very troubled. This is one story of a man trying to put his life
back together as an adult. This is of course, fictional but the reality
is there are many adults trying to put their life together after it was
fractured as a child.
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Night had fallen and Karen was alone in her house with her son. He was
silently sleeping in a room next to her. She walked silently in the dark
to his room and checked on him. His little figure was covered in his
race car blanket in his dark room. He was sleeping snug in his bed. The
moonlight lit though his window bathing the room in a shadowy gloom.
Karen smiled in the moonlight lit bedroom of her child. Silently she
moved back to her room to wait for her husband. She worried like this
every night. He never told her what he did those long nights, was he
working, was he just wondering. He never told her. He kept a lot of
secrets from her that if she tried to find out, he would just get angry.
Then, they would have an argument and she didn't like that so she
learned to leave matters alone. She laid in her bed, waiting and letting
her mind wonder.
Karen had been very patient with her husband Jacob over the seven years
they were married. She knew that her husband still after all this time
didn't trust her with their six year old son and that frustrated her.
She felt like he was afraid she would hurt him. She had learned though
her observation of his behavior that he was fearful for the safety of
their child. He was afraid of her, and that she would hurt their child.
That thought hurt her. His protective nature kicked into high gear when
women were around, even her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could
endure his endless questioning any time she was alone with their child.
Karen knew he was harboring a big secret about his past and she had
figured out what ever it was, it must be very horrible. Jacob clung to
the big secret no matter how hard she tried to pry it from him. But she
knew enough to know it had to do with his childhood and something that
happened. He just shut down any time she tried to bring the matter of
his childhood up. He would either leave the house or he would start
ranting at her. During one recent time she tried to bring it up, lashed
back at her with very hateful words that still stung her, "Karen I know
you want to know but I don't care what you want. One of the things that
life had taught me was that no woman is emotionally stable enough to be
entrusted with the welfare of a child. So drop it before I take little
William away and you wont ever find us. I am warning you."
That thought and what he said to her will stay with her for ever. She
cried and left the room. It stung. After she recovered enough and she
was sitting there on her bed thinking, it occurred to her that he was
badly wounded by some event in his childhood that made him distrusting
of women in an extreme way. She stayed with him because she loved him,
and she felt he needed loved very badly. Anyway, she thought, his
protective nature toward their son William was a good thing. She was
sure no one would ever hurt William as long as Jacob was able to protect
him.
She heard a familiar rumble of a car pull into their driveway. then she
heard the door open and shut on the car. Jacob finally decided to come
home. She heard the front door open and close. She waited for him to
come join her in their bed.
To her sadness, she heard him walk into their sons bedroom instead. Of
course he would want to talk to William about how he spent his day with
her alone. He was always going to be suspicious of her and their son
William. He had terrible trouble with trusting females.
She got up from the bed and waited outside of Williams room, listening
to his questions. He asked the child if she did anything with him that
made him uncomfortable. He questioned him over and over seeing if
anything he said was hesitant like she compelled him to lie. In the end,
he was satisfied and as he walked out, she approached him, "Now that you
I didn't harm William today maybe you can join me. I pray one day you
will trust me."
He looked at her thoughtfully and bit out, "Why do you want me to trust
you, so you can break it. Karen that will never happen so lets get some
sleep tonight."
She tried to hold it back but it just came out, "Yeah some sleep would
be nice but it isn't my fault you finally decided to come home at two in
the morning.
He just turned and gave her a hateful glare that made her think he
wanted to slug her. They laid down in their bed together, but she
couldn't relax enough to sleep. questions kept nagging at her active
mind. She knew that the fact that he couldn't trust her wasn't his
fault. His distrust revealed to her an open wound that never healed,
that made her very sad. She knew he wouldn't ever begin to heal until he
could talk about what happened to him, then and only then could he start
to resolve his issues. But, she knew if she pushed him to hard to tell
that he would make good on his threat to leave her and take their child
with him.
She turned to her husband, "Do you really love me, Jacob I mean really?
I need to know tonight."
"Yes of course I do. There are some problems with my life that I am
working on my own. That's all. Since we married, you know I love you. I
spoke the vows truthfully. I will love and honor you. I am not the one
that breaks vows."
She bit her bottom lip, "But you don't trust me. How can you explain
that. I always figured marriage was also about trust."
"You figured wrong, love and trust are two totally different issues. So
where are we going with this line of questioning. I hope you aren't
trying to figure out what happened to me as a child or trying to get me
to talk to my mom again. "
She sighed in exasperation, "No I am not trying to get you to talk to
your mother again. I just need to know what happened to you. I am your
wife, I need to know these things."
His sudden violent react scared her. As he stood up with his face red
with rage, his body quivering, fear gripped her body.
He stood up and started yelling at her. She knew he was enraged, his
face was red and his eyes were very angry. He raised his fist as he was
about to hit her hard.
"You women just cant let anything go can you," He raged loudly. "Why
cant you leave the matter alone! You must know now how bringing up that
part in my life effects me. I should knock you out, bitch!"
He stood over her, his body quivering with rage, she was curled up on
the bed looking up at his fist fearfully. He suddenly relaxed out of his
rage. "I am sorry, Karen. I have to go before i do something really
stupid." Without another word he left the room and she heard him pull
out of the driveway.
She was willing to forgive that explosion. He didn't hurt her and she
knew he never meant to hurt her. But there was still the ghost of worry.
Even if he didn't strike her this time, what about the next time he gets
angry? Might he loose enough of his control to strike out? This matter
would have be though out very seriously.
Karen hoped her husband would come back tonight.
She was right. Several hours later, she heard him pull into the driveway
and walk into their bedroom. He sat down on the side of the bed and she
could tell he was afraid now. He spoke softly, his voice was full of
sorrow, "I am so sorry for that Karen. I hope that you are not afraid of
me. I will leave if you tell me to and I will understand. I know I
crossed a serious line tonight. Please don't tell me to go. But, I will
leave if you want me to. What do you want me to do?"
She felt his body go stiff as she answered, she looked up at his face.
She realized he had been crying. she got up and embraced him tightly,
"How could I want you to leave? I love you and you are the one I
married. I am sorry for pushing you. I will not bother you about the
matter again. If you are ever ready I am here to talk. Lets go to bed,
love."
They both laid side by side in the bed. She was going to sleep. But,
Forty five minutes after they had laid down, He sat up. She sighed in
annoyance. She was nearly asleep. He suddenly said in the night
darkness, "During my childhood by the time I was Ten, Karen, my life had
got so bad I had no doubt I would never make it to be an adult. I was so
afraid that I knew my mother would kill me before I ever reached
adulthood. You do not know what it is like being that so afraid every
day. My mother was really that horrible. I was beaten badly almost every
day. I spent days on end locked in my tiny bedroom, without food or
anything. There were many nights even when I was as young as five that I
couldn't sleep because of the pain in my body, bad bruises, or bones
broken. When I went to school, I just knew all of the other boys were so
afraid of their mothers because that's how I was. I just assumed that
women were like my mother. I often went to school with bruises and cuts.
"Most of the other teachers thought I was disabled or retarded and that
explained my bruises and cuts. You see, I didn't talk much. and most of
the teachers were women. A majority of the teachers of that time were
women, and they still are today. But, for me, when I was a child I had a
total petrifying terror of adult women. My body shook, I couldn't even
get myself to speak to a woman my mother never let me speak or she would
punish me. Horribly. I could barely force my body to move. I was just in
total terror in the presents of adult women, so they assumed I was
retarded or some other mental disability. I assumed all women were
sadistic and totally Cruel. Like my mother. I don't speak about her but
tonight, I decided you do need to know. My mother was Janice Wagner. She
has billions and her and her best friend own a multi billion dollar
company. They practically own an entire county, and they run it their
way. No one speaks out against them. Its ran like the old traditional
country town. Everyone works for them and so they kiss her ass. She even
owns the police force, local and she pays state politicians. I remember
one woman that tried to go up to the state to report on her abuse, and
she was soon arrested on bogus drug charges. I got away from her and I
hope she is out of our life for ever.
He took off his clothes in front of her. Something that he never had
done before in their life. Even the few times they made love he kept
some clothes on. She realized why he did that now. His back was criss
crossed with terrible scares. His chest was covered other scars and
deformed. there were burn marks that looked like from a cigarette. But,
something else caught her attention. On his chest were long surgical
scars right under his nipples. He pointed to them and asked, "Do you see
those, Karen. The scars do you recognize them?"
She was already horrified by the other scars on his back and chest.
Those two scars on his nipples, They looked like the scares women might
have after they had breast implants.
"Yes I see from the stunned look on your face that you do. When I was
fourteen years old, My mother forced me to get silicone breast Implants.
She tried, well she made me go to high school as a girl. I was signed
into high school as Tiffany Wagner. She found a doctor and a registered
nurse to perform surgery on my body to make me appear as a woman. I
received D cup breast implants, some surgical alteration to my groin. I
had my testicles removed and what was left was surgically transformed to
look like a woman's vagina. It wasn't a total SRS but good enough no one
could tell just by looking. "
"She got me a new wardrobe, New identification, And new body parts to
match. on the outside, I looked like any other high school girl, except
larger breasts and skankier clothes. I was pretty much forced to be a
slut. I was forced to go with many boys on dates, even adult male
teachers. I was forced by my mother to accept their affections and do
anything. I soon got a nasty reputation as a slut. Of course I hated it
and it drove me to a few suicide attempts. Do you see that butterfly
tattoo on my butt cheek? She forced me to get that when I was fifteen."
"Wel,l you can now see why I am the way I am. You can see the story of
my childhood in the video tapes in the basement, that room that I keep
locked. I kept those in case I ever want to try to file some kind of
suit against my mother. So far I doubt it world get anywhere. With her
money and lawyers, she would be able to bog the case with motions and
motions, probably buy a judge to suppress everywhere or she would get
some guys to come here and finish us. But here's the key to the room.
you can go see. I will be waiting here and we can talk. Karen, Tonight I
have realized I am in desperate need of help before I destroy everything
in our family. I realized that tonight when I stopped my car on the
train tracks going out of town waiting for a train. Can you Please help
me, Karen.
She hugged him and said, "Yes Of course. I will make some calls to
several very experienced therapists I know and we will decide how best
to help you. Jacob, I love you.
Jeannie
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