In a Perfect World
A perfect world:
I met the man of my dreams. We married. We had 2.5 children, they were perfect. He worked hard, 8hrs a day. His dinner was on the table when he came home. He supported the children, he supported me. I didn’t join in in the mens talk. I stayed in the room with the children. I was allowed to go out only with him. I was obedient.
My son cried when I asked if he wanted to sign the cast, he wouldn’t look me in my eyes, he thought I couldn’t see but, I could, the swelling had gone down. It’s too bad I couldn’t explain it, I had disobeyed and, I had been punished.
In a perfect world:
My son would not be sitting at my bedside in cuffs. In a perfect world, I would be baking a cake right now. the children would be playing outside, he would be in his easy chair.
In a perfect world:
The man of my dreams would not have been laying in the morgue and my child would not have to deal with the memory of abuse or, the memory of the sound a gun makes when it's fired or, the feel of the recoil, the picture of the body.
In a perfect world:
My son would be playing ball with his father, not being questioned about his death. The perfect world was not ours, no we had not been allowed to live in that world.
I met the man of my dreams. We married. We had 2.5 children, they were perfect. He worked hard, 8hrs a day. His dinner was on the table when he came home. He supported the children, he supported me. I didn’t join in in the mens talk. I stayed in the room with the children. I was allowed to go out only with him. I was obedient.
My son cried when I asked if he wanted to sign the cast, he wouldn’t look me in my eyes, he thought I couldn’t see but, I could, the swelling had gone down. It’s too bad I couldn’t explain it, I had disobeyed and, I had been punished.
In a perfect world:
My son would not be sitting at my bedside in cuffs. In a perfect world, I would be baking a cake right now. the children would be playing outside, he would be in his easy chair.
In a perfect world:
The man of my dreams would not have been laying in the morgue and my child would not have to deal with the memory of abuse or, the memory of the sound a gun makes when it's fired or, the feel of the recoil, the picture of the body.
In a perfect world:
My son would be playing ball with his father, not being questioned about his death. The perfect world was not ours, no we had not been allowed to live in that world.
