badluckfairy

April 5, 2011

To love and to cherish.

Filed under: Uncategorized — by badluckfairy @ 21:05

She had been warned, but now it was too late. This is what her Mother reminded her of just months after the wedding.

Four years on, things had progressed further than she could have imagined.

While her daughter Caroline played blissfully unaware outside, Anna had to face her punishment.

Andrew had come home to find things were not to his satisfaction.

Each day the rules, the boundaries and expectations changed.  One day it would be that the food she had cooked wasn’t good enough to serve to a hard working man, the next it would be that the cleaning had suffered because she’d spent too long preparing the food.

Nobody could possibly live up to the standards that Andrew kept on dreaming up, but still, she had no choice.  It wasn’t right for a child to go without it’s Father.  Anna had said those vows and meant them with the very essence of her being.  And now there was nothing to do but keep to those vows and please her husband.

She bore the brunt of the beating Andrew gave her, listened with exaggerated attention to the words he spat at her.

The one saving grace was that since Caroline had been born, he would no longer strike her anywhere that her clothes didn’t cover.  She knew how to cope with daily life with a cracked or bruised rib.

When he had grown tired of berating his wife, Andrew set off for the local pub.  He spent time in there  every night.  Anna would sit at home and hope he would drink so much that he would feel amorous when he got home.  That way he would soon fall asleep and she could rest knowing he was sleeping deeply.

The next few hours belonged to her and Caroline.  They had supper on the doorstep as it was still bright and sunny outside.  The evening was almost perfect.  She nearly let herself nod off as she held her child after reading a story together.  But she knew that if Andrew didn’t have his anger sated tonight, next time would be worse.

So she reluctantly crept downstairs to wait for him to come home.

Sleep had almost washed over her when the door opened.  She sat upright and took what she had coming to her.  Andrew would be so much more brutal if she complained or tried to resist.

Her only comfort was that he didn’t know she’d learnt how to switch off, to numb the pain.  Her mind, her soul was elsewhere in a happy life dancing with her child barefoot and carefree.

Eventually his anger turned into hysterical sobs as Andrew dropped to Anna’s feet.  She held him like she did every time, waited for the sobs to subside before leading him to the bedroom and laying in his arm for the rest of the night.

7 am brought the same words it always did after a night like the last, ‘I’m so sorry Darling, I’m sure you’ll try harder today’.

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12 Comments »

  1. Beautifully written! This was so touching because so many people face this every single day.

    Comment by usaukwoods — April 5, 2011 @ 23:27 |Reply

  2. Thanks :) Sadly far too many people do face this everyday as their reality, their normality. I was desperate to jump in there and sympathise with the character, but I managed to resist. I wanted it to come across as her normality. The little daughter, Caroline is the main character in another slightly longer story I’ve written called ‘Hope’. It’s on here somewhere, please take a look, I’d love some feedback from you :)

    Comment by badluckfairy — April 5, 2011 @ 23:34 |Reply

  3. I couldn’t find “Hope”. If you put on link up for me I would love to read it.

    Comment by usaukwoods — April 6, 2011 @ 00:21 |Reply

    • I thought I’d already put it on here, d’oh! I’ll get it on here in a bit :)

      Comment by badluckfairy — April 6, 2011 @ 09:50 |Reply

    • Done :D Put it as my latest post.

      Comment by badluckfairy — April 6, 2011 @ 09:54 |Reply

  4. Wow that is a powerful story! It is so deep it felt much longer than 500 words. I really feel for her. I have to admit I was hoping for a happier ending like her fleeing with her daughter.

    Comment by HaleyWhitehall — April 6, 2011 @ 03:13 |Reply

  5. Thanks Hayley. I never realised I’d end up writing about Caroline’s Mother as well as writing about Caroline’s own marriage. I think I’m going to have to carry on Anna’s story. I’ve no idea how it will end. But I can assure you that Caroline has a very happy ending, well more like a new begining.

    Comment by badluckfairy — April 6, 2011 @ 08:01 |Reply

  6. A great story.
    You painted such a vivid picture in just 500 words.
    I particularly liked the last line where he was sorry but it wasn’t his fault – she just needed to try harder.
    Unfortunately this well written scenario can be everyday reality for some people.
    Coincidentally I recently wrote a short story on my blog about the same topic, but from a different view point. (Sorry – this sounds like a plug for you to visit my blog – which of course it is!)

    Comment by Mike — April 6, 2011 @ 11:47 |Reply

  7. Very powerful! I’m embarrassed to be of the same gender as Andrew (and those like him). I wish here was a way to import a few of the “darker endings” of some of the other writers that have shared, so that he could ….

    Sad thing is this could be a news report and not a story.

    Again thanks for “joining in”. Wow!

    Comment by KenBroad — April 6, 2011 @ 18:15 |Reply

    • Thankyou for your comment :)
      Don’t be embarrassed about your gender, it doesn’t matter what gender or sexuality you are, you are still capable of being a dominator or a victim. I have a male family member who I recently found out was suffering violent domestic abuse at the hands of his wife. I would never have thought this particular couple could ever be having this kind of relationship. With care and support, he is now back on his feet and enjoying his life. And what of her? Well she seems to have realised what she did, and seems to genuinely feel shame and remorse. But it is all far far too late.
      You are right, it could sadly be a news report, and it would be very easy for me to re-write the story and reverse the roles of the couple.
      Thanks again :)

      Comment by badluckfairy — April 6, 2011 @ 20:32 |Reply

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