Notelet II: What Have I To Lose?

Nadine knew she was in the rut she was in because of her obstinate ways. She just never listened. Nadine did things Nadine's way, period. Her whole family knew that. Her colleagues at Hope Memorial Hospital were all to aware of her character. This time she'd met her match in Wesley Matchlock. They'd met at a charity event raising awareness about single parent families and their struggles. Nadine was there as a volunteer to man 'Silent Cries' table as per her bi-yearly commitment. Wesley was there out of curiosity having built some low-cost housing to house homeless single parent households in his last project at Build A Home Architectures. He'd secretly loved the project more than he let on as these not-for-profit opportunities were far and few between.

Now in their second year living together Nadine knew that she'd again made the same mistake with Curtis, her last boyfriend. How did she fast forward a relationship and move in so quickly within three weeks of getting to know Wesley. To complicate matters, she now had a 3 year old to think about. Carli Joslin deserved better, she deserved better. Enough with all the tears, a stop to all the scars on her upper arm she'd cleverly tried to hid. Emotionally she was a wreck. Mentally she had to take a decision fast before she lost it. Physically she was thinning fast.

She knew Wesley loved her. Did she even know what love looked like? Is this the price she had to pay for intimacy? Would she come out of this abusive relationship and alive at that? Would Wesley start on CJ when he was tired of using her as a punching bag? These questions taunted Nadine's mind but she didn't have time to waste. Wesley was drunk and in a deep sleep. If she had to leave it was now or never. She bundled CJ up in her clothes, slang a small size travel bag of essentials over her right shoulder and silently slid outside into the deep night.

What next? All Nadine could think about was to escape. Now she run as fast as her feet could take her up the hill and down the other side. At this point, CJ had woken up with all the jostling and was bawling.

She looked around her surroundings and lo and behold Mr. Regetaw, a man similar in age to her father was coming back from a trip. Come with me, Nadine and child he said. I will keep you safe and warm and tomorrow everything will be alright.

Nadine knew she had escaped never to return to a life less than.

You are quintessentially special,
Love Abba

{Note to reader: Abba is translated as father in a few languages}

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