Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Another Kind of Anniversary

"It was nineteen years ago tonight my Dad tried to kill my mom."

Sometimes when you try to say a sentence like that out loud it comes out all twisted and garbled because your throat knots up and simply won't cooperate.

It's very easy to type away and recount stories and try to make light but when I actually say a sentence out loud to someone I like and who likes me back, and I'm not trying to be sarcastic to make light but instead trying to relate why I might just be a wee bit melancholy today it strikes me: Nineteen years ain't all that long ago. In fact, it's right here and now if I let it.

For fun, here's a snippet from a letter I wrote to "Rick", my then boyfriend of four weeks, that night...tonight, 19 years ago:

"[He] nearly choked my mother to death, then held a knife to her throat. God, Rick, I didn't know what to do! I couldn't call the cops, because he ripped my phone out of the wall and made us sit in front of him so we couldn't call anyone. I wish I could get away from here but I can't leave my mom and I still have school to think about. I need you so much right now, but you're not here. So, if I die right away...I love you with all my heart. Kambri Crews. =0) "

Yay! Happy Anniversary!

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