Not the emergency room staff or the policeman who they called.
“Your car doesn’t have a scratch on it,” he told her. “Are you sure it was a car accident that caused your injuries?”
That’s the question she’s been asked over and over. And over and over she’s lied.
L1 and 2 fractures, whiplash and a bruise that covers the soft tissue just above her wrist like a gladiator’s arm band.
Pneumonia set in. Oxygen rate plummeted to 60%. Her lips turned blue. And still she lied.
He hovered around the nurses’ station demanding that only he be allowed to make medical decision for her and that only he be contacted in case of emergency. The nurses’ suspicions confirmed.
He took her home on Tuesday when no one from the family offered to take her in. She cried, but still lied.
“We’ll see what happens, “Mom said.
“He’ll kill her next time is what will happen,” I replied. Or if she’s not that lucky, cripple her more than he has.
She won’t work again. The doctor told her it’s unlikely given the injury. She’s not quite 43.
No one believes her and I thinks she knows this, but she can’t quit or walk away because she’s submerged in the idiotic notion that love should be complicated or it’s not real. That the more awful – the more love. That men who treat you like crap just need more understanding, sympathy. That if you can just can’t a little more abuse – verbal, emotional, physically – he will finally see your worth and repay your persistence with the same level of love.
I’ve been reading about the plight of the woman dating the widowed man. It’s bad romance ala the Louisiana trailer park.
“I love you, but I’m not in love with you.” Translation? “I appreciate that you hang on and have sex with me but I am looking for someone who is not you and I will leave you for her the moment I find her. And I did warn you.”
Men who love you don’t hit you. They don’t make you cry. They don’t keep pictures of their dead wives on the night table, knowing that it creeps you out and makes you doubt yourself. They don’t play word games or mind games or take frequent “potty breaks” from you.
Men who love you don’t string you along. They don’t insist that “marriage is just a piece of paper and our love is beyond that” when they know you are only agreeing to keep from losing them. They don’t let their friends or family mistreat you and they defend your goodness and honor. They chose you in all situations
Men who love you show it. It’s in their tone and their eyes and their touch. Always.
She lied again. He took her home to that FEMA double wide reject off a cornfield in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin where no one will hear what happens next.
Which should be just about the time we arrive if history counts for anything.
3 thoughts on “No One Believes Her”
This hurts to read. The dark twist is that sometimes “I love you” means more from an asshole. The belief that “sure, he’s a brute, but his love for me can change him”.
Been there. Briefly, and long ago. Didn’t get the t-shirt, but carry a long-healed crack in my lowest right rib as a souvenir.
I’ve been thinking about this post since yesterday, looking for something unfoolish to say. All I can say is I’m sorry, and I grieve for this woman and her life.
There is little that can be said. Sadly, I don’t think that even she grieves for her life anymore that’s how entangled she is. Like Ophelia in the brook.