Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Unthinkable


Chela.  I have not had the courage to write to you about what has happened.  You need to promise to not tell the town about the flaws of my marriage and keep them to yourself.  I know it is fun to gossip but this is my business, I can’t have my father find out. 

He hit me.  Remember watching that telenovela when we were 13 and Maria’s love struck her? Remember how we made a pack that we would fight against anyone that tried to hurt us?  Well, I just froze.  I didn’t know what to do.  I was speechless and numb.   He split my lip for no reason at all and the next thing I knew I was consoling him while he profusely apologized for what he had done.  I had to forgive him right?  I mean he felt awful for doing it and he said he was tense from work.  It has been two weeks now and he has been sweet to me.  If he touches me again, you can bet I will be out the door before he can stop me.  I hope you are doing well. 

Love,
Cleofílas


I find peace in sitting by the river, wondering what the name could mean and how it relates to me.