Relating

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She was yelling again and he was walking out the door...

He loved her dearly; but, when she wasn't herself, he just had to leave...

His thoughts roiled: Am I too sensitive? Should I just stand there and take it? But, the times she starts hitting me---she snaps and starts slugging... So? no blood drawn... Still... Weird... Damn!

He went to his friend's house---his very understanding friend---and, they had their usual chat:

"She's at it again, eh?"

"Yeah..."

"I think you're right to leave---you grace her into not being physically violent."

"Yeah..."

"Still can't talk it out with her?"

"No..."

"Want to just sit a bit...?

"O.K...."

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He returned home after about two hours.

She was as she usually was, after enough time to return to herself---sorry and weeping---clinging, begging---so sad...

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Gradually, over many tense and wasting weeks---time full of drama and pain---she began to show a bit of control...

He was able, sometimes, to talk her down---out of the fit of anger...

And, about six months later, she finally came out with what was causing it all...

He was hot and cold at the same time---eager and chilled, as she said...

"I'm so ashamed... You must have been really doubting my sanity... Oh, Lord... Here goes---I was assaulted as a child---sexually... Most days of the week... my dad and my uncle... took turns... I thought it was all gone and buried---sure wasn't... Oh, Lord, I hope you can understand.........?"

"Oh, God, yes, Love... You just rail on me and slug away, any old time---I am so, so sorry.........

They melted into each other.


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