Wednesday, February 11, 2009

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......................................

12 comments:

playsdolls said...

I have enjoyed reading your ongoing post about rebuilding your life.It has been a wounderful read.I know about living in a life of abuse,I lived through that in my frist marriage and left at 18 with two baby girls and a year later married the most wonderful man who took on a new wife and two babies for his first marriage,this is why I have enjoyed your story it seems so close to my own.I moved in with my dad and his wife when I left with two babies and he was always there for me.

Living on the Spit said...

freedom is an amazing thing, isn't it? I left with nothing. I completely walked away.

What a great story you are continuing. I love you, Tresia and am SO glad we have gotten to know each other. I know we will be friends forever.

Gail said...

I am very proud you had the strength to do this! Many woman do not.

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

This has been good T and thanks for sharing. You're a strong woman. I am proud of you.

Caution Flag said...

There must be a law somewhere that says you can't stop your story there. What am I going to do until the next installment?

Kim W said...

I'm going to have to look up the others parts of this series. Just read your Daybook Society post and wanted to let you know that I always have my blogs listed under "taking out an ad" on every 'issue' of my "The Cozy Home Gazette."

P.S...enjoyed the pics of your home. I have a few of mine on my blog, too.

Blessings from Ohio...

The Incredible Woody said...

Wow, you are a very strong woman!

littletoesandcheerios said...

I have really enjoyed reading this. I can relate to so many of your emotions, although my Mom was in your shoes and I was like Princess. She will be so proud of you for doing the right thing. Freedom & Respect is something we all deserve.

Shanda said...

I am so proud of you and this is a very interesting story to read and a little break for me from all the recipes and decorating blogs I read. God bless you for all you have been through.

Big Hair Envy said...

Aren't Dads just the best???:)

Your strength is inspiring.

laurie @ bargain hunting said...

Thanks for your kind comment on my blog today. You have shown a lot of courage, and though it has been a tough road, looks like life is better now. laurie

playsdolls said...

Treasia I have left you an award at my blog.please stop by for a visit.