Begin Again, New Life part 5

I remember that phone call almost like it was yesterday. Since I was still at my parents house at this point, then naturally he knew the number. He had called to see if maybe I had a change of heart and would give him another chance. I couldn't believe he still thought I would attempt a reconciliation after all we had gone through. I remember actually laughing out loud at him for even asking. This however I probably should not have done. Because by doing so this brought out the ugly monster in him again.

I knew I would not argue with him about this anymore. I knew I had grown strong enough to let it all pass and just say things how I felt it once and for all. I politely which believe me took every ounce of strength I had, told him the divorce papers were on there way and he could sign and return back. Then I hung up the phone. I honestly expected him to call back but knock wood he didn't.

Life proceeded on like normal after that. A few weeks went by and my divorce attorney called me and said he had received the SIGNED divorce papers in the mail. We had a court date set for less than one month away. I was once again happy and relieved all at the same time. Court time came and the monster didn't show up. I had told my mom this time I could handle things and she didn't need to come. It was time I grew up. That day was one of the happiest days of my life. I was FREE, free from the temper tantrums, free from the violence and free from mental and physical abuse. Unless you yourself have lived through something like this I don't know if you could ever honestly understand how that felt. FREEDOM!!

I had placed myself on a waiting list for one of the apartments where my sister lived. She did have a fairly long list of applicants waiting in line. In the meantime I had finally been able to go to that storage unit and retrieve what was left of my pitiful belongings on this earth. There wasn't much but it was a start and it was mine. God knows I worked hard enough to get all of my own things back. I had rented a storage unit in MY town and placed them into it till I was ready to move out of mom and dads.

That day finally came. By now it was the 1st of November. I had had two different choices in apartments when the time came. Both had become available at the same time. It was a very small apt. complex and only had a total of 10 apts. All attached in one long line sorta like a big duplex. We all shared on very very large backyard. They were small apt. but perfect for Princess and myself. I chose the apt. that was dead center which meant it had a brick firewall for one wall in the living room but this gave it some character. It also of the two, had ceiling fans in each room. So I knew this would save me money. It had a small quaint little porch and a very large fenced in concrete patio out the back door. It was absolutely perfect in my eyes. It was the very first time in a very long time, I had a place to call my own. I was home, home in my own place. One I had chosen and could decorate how I wanted to. For days and weeks I had a smile on my face you couldn't wipe off with a scrub brush. I remember moving day so well too. I borrowed dad's truck and moved most everything by myself. Except the heavy stuff life TV, couch's and things which required my dad's help. Now just to let you know each divorce my dad was there to move me and my things. This made number 3 for him and he was not real happy about that TV at all. It was a monster of a TV and weighed a ton. However he loved knowing I was moving into a place I was happy and away from the monster, so he loved helping this time around. I do however remember when he and my mom were hauling that TV in that he said "Now girlie, this is the last time I am moving this TV for you. If there ever is a next time you better get someone else, or be marrying a decent man to help". I also remember telling my father we would never have to worry about that possibility again either. I was wrong, but had no idea how wrong.

That Thanksgiving I had much to be thankful for......................................