Caitlyn: He threw me out of the house.
Thomas: Jeremy? WTF, are you okay? Do you need me to come get
you?
Caitlyn: No. I’m being sent to my mom’s. Will call later. Love you, T.
Thomas: Love you too! That son of a bitch!
Thomas: Call if you need to chat.
Caitlyn: Will do.
Thomas: It will be okay. I have tons of work for you. Fuck him.
I almost smiled at my friend’s words. It was nice to know someone had my
back. I closed my eyes, holding in the urge to scream. Jeremy was wrong. I was
not crazy.
By the time I reached my mother’s house, Jeremy had already called to alert her
that I was having a mental breakdown. He was such a skilled manipulator, she believed him.
“Oh, you are so thin. Jeremy is right to be so worried about you. We’ll get
you the help you need, honey. I made up your room. It will all be better in the
morning.”
After I changed and climbed into bed, my mother tucked me in with
promises I would be well soon. I didn’t have the energy to tell her the truth.
Alone, I allowed myself to cry. When my tears finally ran dry, I stared at the Marilyn Monroe poster hanging on the wall. Thomas had given it to me when I
was a senior in high school.
Nothing lasts forever, so live it up, drink it down, laugh it off, avoid thebullshit, take chances & never have regrets, because at one point everything youdid was exactly what you wanted. ~Marilyn Monroe
Something about those words played in my mind as I fell into a dreamless sleep. In the morning, I found out how vindictive my husband truly was.
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I logged onto my laptop and found I was no longer an authorized user on any
of the accounts. He removed me from everything. I had been too rash. I should
not have confronted him. I should have withdrawn a sizable amount of money before I left him. My immediate reaction ended up hurting me.
By the time I joined my mother in the kitchen, she had several baskets full of
muffins lining the countertops. She must have been up all night.
“Jeremy called, honey. What happened with you two? He recommended you
see a therapist, and that you possibly need to be medicated,” she said with a scowl.
Dumb move, Jeremy. You never did listen to me. You said the magic words.
Hillary Chase despised anything dealing with psychiatric medication. Only a
bunch of quacks will want to shove pills down your mouth to shut you up, she’d always say. Though, she never told me why she had such a bad taste in her mouth for mental health providers.
