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Foreshadowing

November 23, 2017
By Anonymous

?A young woman,

Only eighteen years old

Marries an older man to escape her controling mother.

She finds out fairly he's a monster,

Whose worse than her mother,

And liked to beat her black and blue.

(?Why couldn't she have realized that his kindness was just a mask? She went from one monster only to fly into the arms of another. It wasn't fair!?)

 

 

Fast forward a year;

When she finds out she's pregnant

And realizes that if she doesn't excape she'll subject her baby to the same thing.

She gives birth when she's twenty to a beautiful baby girl,

And a year and a half later

Gives birth to another beautiful baby girl.

(?These girls will be her everything. Even if her eldest looks and has her father's temper. She won't let it affect her. She won't!?)

 

Fast forward four years;

And that young woman is married to another older man 

With a third baby girl she had given birth to two years previous.

She had left her other two children

With her very controlling mother

And her abusive ex-husband.

Her eldest daughter was abused by her ex,

While adored by her grandmother,

And her middle child had the opposite treatment.

(?She didn't want to take them back. But her husband and mother-in-law insisted. Couldn't they see that she didn't want reminders of her past?! Because that's what they were. reminders of THEM.

 

Fast forward ten years;

To her three beautiful daughters.

Her youngest adored by her father,

Her middle adored by herself,

And her eldest adored by no one at all.

Her eldest looked too much

Like her birth father for comfort

And had his temper to boot.

(?She couldn't even stand to give her eldest too much attention. She ignored the voice in the back of her head that said she created the little terror in front of her by ignoring and forgetting her existance. It wasn't her fault! It wasn't!?)

 

?Fast forward another six years?;

And her eldest had a beautiful baby girl of her own.

But her husband couldn't stand to be in the same room with her,

Her favorite child was a back-stabbing liar,

And her youngest child was protecting her eldest child from herself and willing to leave with her father. 

She didn't understand 

Why she was losing everyone around her

And why her children didn't like her.

 

She didn't realize that she had become what she said she never would become:

Her? mother.


The author's comments:

Abuse is abuse. No matter the form it takes.  


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