Flee

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He wasn’t really running but his steps were heavy and purposeful. The sound of the gravel under his feet was strangely comforting where usually it grated on his nerves. In his soul, he was fleeing also. Trying to escape the realities of his messed up thoughts. The internal journey was the one that tore him to pieces.

 

How could he have trusted Larry? “Man, I’m tired of dealing. Tired of trying so hard to trust!”, he silently screamed.

 

The kids were playing outside when Melissa told him. Softly, she described how Larry had made suggestive comments to her. Larry had been persistent but so had she, in refusing. Finally, she chose to be transparent about it.

 

Walking was starting to calm him. The fresh air, the movement of his body were all serving to bring clarity. He didn’t really have any answers yet, but the fog of stress was lifting. He started focusing on all that he was grateful for. Beginning with having a wife that was trustworthy and sensitive. Thankfulness for the beauty around him and his adorable children. Oh yes, he had many blessings. The surety that, though it may be hard, they all would work through this. Somehow.

 

© Carol Campbell 2016

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