Writing

Molly’s Story Shifted, But Back Here Again

My “This is Molly” story had a brief move to another of my blogs, one which deals with abuse, sexual abuse against children initially, but other forms of abuse later on. It seemed like a better spot for Molly’s story, but on further thought, I’m back to feeling the ‘story’ should be here, on my writer blog.

That other blog, https://wordpress.com/view/damagedchildrenpreciousgems.wordpress.com got its name from the poetry collection I had published quite a few years back, and I have gained much from having written and shared the words. Life isn’t always lovely, and when you can show that bad times can have a better way to go, it can be helpful for other people, and I am glad to know of women I have helped with this book.

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This is Molly. She has had a hard life, and it shows …

 

So I’ve decided this blog is the best place for Molly and her story.

Molly has had a tough life, and Molly shows her reactions to that in her face. Molly’s face has had smiles, but that was a long, long time ago. She’d love to have a reason to smile just once as an adult, it would be a good thing, a new thing, but her smiles were as a child and they were few and far between, even then.

Keep a look out here, and you sill see some more of Molly’s story. I truly hope Molly can have a happy ending, but I can’t see it going that way, not yet. Poor Molly, domestic violence is a terrible thing, and even though there are groups and programs to help victims of DV, it is never an easy thing to get over.

Hearing about the lives of people who haven’t had things as easy as we have, may bring a better understanding to people, and empathy as well. When things are bad, you need all of the help you can get. People like Molly may not smile and say thank you, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t grateful. They may not think the help will continue, based on their life experience …

If Molly and her story are like your own story, I hope you are able to get the help you need. If not, some of these links may be of help: click here

 

 

 

poetry

Feminism, Marriage, Blame, Burden

My word for the poetry thing for February that I’m doing ( #poemadayfeb ), is Burden. I didn’t have any difficulty at all, coming up with something to write about. The themes around what happens to women when menfolk seek sweeter pasture and younger fillies is such a common one …

I’m happy to report that my marriage is sound, and we are both happy with our thirty plus years since our wedding … Things change, but we have changed with them, doing some of the same things together, other things separately, but (almost) always meeting up again when it’s time to go to sleep.

I certainly know of other women whose experiences with husbands has been quite different to mine, and I hear stories of horrific ways that things can go wrong. When I hear about mature women who are living in their car, out of a suitcase, I am appalled.

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I can barely imagine how I may manage if I were left is such a position, and know it is highly unlikely that will happen to me. I know it could happen though, you can never really know how life may hit you, but my circle of family and friends is a wide one, and I feel secure enough.

I know there are homeless men, living in a homeless shelter, and having to move on during the day, and go back for the night. These men are easily recognisable, I see on often around the town I visit often, but I don’t notice women is similar circumstances.

There are women out there though, every day, probably, a woman may flee from the home she thought she had for the rest of her life, when her partner turns on her, and she fears for her life … I am a long way away from that position, thankfully, and I am grateful.

 

Anyway, here is my poem, based on the day’s prompt, BURDEN

thinking of burdens …

You name her a burden, that you don’t want to carry –

you riducule her, mislead, abuse and ignore.

She holds to promises folk make when they marry,

hadn’t thought this end might come, that’s for sure …

 

But she’ll soldier on, because that’s what we do,

caring for others, whether they deserve it or not

and when it’s the end, and his vows prove untrue,

who’s the one left sitting in the sweetest spot?

 

It’s him, although he’ll claim he’s been fleeced –

statistics though, will reveal the actual proof.

On break up, women usually left with the least,

many of them stranded without even a roof.

 

We carry his children, we deal with his needs;

we hope for true love, but manage with less,

he thrives, she works, she aches and bleeds

then he dumps her, because she’s looking a mess.

 

He new babe is perfect, his dumped one, a bitch,

their children confused, the hatred damaging –

she suffers the blame, his life continues, no hitch –

he’s going great, ex wife & kids barely managing …