ABUSE
Working on the Domestic Violence Hotline was very stressful & painful for me personally. The same story was repeated over and over again. Eventually, I had to quit & pursue something less demanding. Perhaps my own troubled childhood contributed to my failure in that position. How awful it is for those women & kids who suffer the horrors of DV.
Those early days when love first called,
His words so kind, his kiss so sweet,
The universe was ours alone,
His presence made my life complete.Some minor faults and problems,
I had my own, perfection’s rare,
His tantrums, then his shouting,
So in love, I didn’t care,
Different when we’re married,
And living on our own,
I’ll show him the contentment,
And happiness he’s never known.The first time that he hurt me,
I really didn’t understand,
The man whose children I would bear,
And raise the family we had planned,
The one I would have died for,
How could he raise an angry hand?Begged me to forgive him,
Such tenderness, sincere remorse,
This is the first time, and the last time,
He meant every word, of course,
Give me one more chance my darling,
Don’t know what got into me,
Another drink, I’ll never take,
From this day till eternity.No-one to turn to, no-one to tell,
Everyone loves him, and I do as well,
He’s back to normal, forget all the pain,
Red roses and chocolates, so happy again.The last thing I remember on that final day,
Was the siren wailing as they stretchered me away,
A few days in the hospital, then home with mum to stay,
AVO and charges laid, and for his soul I’ll pray.Time has passed, my body healed more quickly than my heart,
And though I miss him very much, the time has come to start,
Seeing all my friends again, and new things to explore,
And maybe when the pain has eased, I’ll fall in love once more.