I remember this show. Brought back memories of what happened to me and to this day I wonder what must have been going through everyone's minds. I'm gonna sound like Sophia from the Golden Girls here. Picture it -- I was living in a small quiet mountain town on a mountaintop apartment building. I was in my very early twenties, waiting on my divorce from husband. I thought I was the hottest thing since sliced bread
I was 'the girl' everyone wanted to meet. I began dating a local guy who was divorced and he became infatuated with me. He was very well to do and was showering me with gifts of every sort (I was young and naïve = I did not know that everything tends to come with a price). I told him about me and my 'situation'. He was very understanding and almost immediately never left my side. He moved in with me, and began pressing me for marriage. For a bit, and it was my fault here, I entertained the notion of it and the lifestyle he was offering me. But I noticed the 'golden shackles' quickly being placed on me and I wanted out. He continued pressing marriage upon my divorce and one fateful dreadful evening it came to a head. I told him No. I could not marry him because I was not ready to do that again. WHACK! went the back of his hand against my face and I went flying back into the mahogany sofa arm. I came to with a knife at my throat and him looming over me (he was a big guy at 6'4") telling me that if I did not marry him, he was going to cut my face so bad, no one else would have me. My mind raced at what to do to get out of this situation since he was obviously out of his mind. I told him Yes, I would marry him and we could start planning and I was not thinking right to please forgive me.. It worked! As he let me up, I noticed the foyer door slightly cracked open, so I told him I had to go to the bathroom and asked him to change clothes so we could go for a walk and talk about it. He went into the bedroom and of course I ran into the hallway and was about halfway to the front door when he came after me. He caught me in the foyer by my hair and I lost it. Somehow I ended up on the floor and I was screaming and kicking. Ugh! what a time to be wearing a dress. Everyone came out yelling at him to leave me alone and to get away from me because they had called the police. Last I remember was him screaming at me, "Tell them about you, tell them what you have!". I blanked out. I came to in my friend's apartment. Everyone asking if I was alright. He had left the building but I was beyond shaken up. When I calmed down a bit, what was their first question? Yup, you guessed it. "Kitten, what did he mean by what he was saying?"
To this day, I wonder what those people must have thought and to remember that evening sends shivers through me. Oh the humanity of it. But I can laugh about it now and see an odd humor in that experience. That experience did not end there, but went on to an extent that the local detectives office put me in a 'safe house'. Craziness.
Back to the point of the post. Yes, there are more people than you think who are accepting and will rush to your side than you can imagine. I know.
