It was too late to apologize, she’d told them herself, but they hadn’t listened.
Hadn’t wanted to listen.
“This can be worked through, I’m sure.”
“You’re too young to make this kind of decision alone.”
“If you’d just try a little harder, I’m certain your husband would pay more attention to you.”
“It seems like he’s not interested, but maybe you’re just playing hard to get and taking it too far.”
“It can’t be as bad as you think, no one can be that heartless.”
She was silent throughout it all, but the last comment reminded her of the movie she’d watched with her children last week.
“You could have let me fall.”
“What’s the big deal? Nobody’s that heartless!”
What these people didn’t understand, didn’t want to understand was that yes, people could be and, more importantly were that heartless.
After all, who would try and blame the abused and convince them that their pain was their fault all while pretending that they were helping them?
Perhaps the ‘social workers’ and ‘counselors’ that she was sent to for help were that heartless. Even more heartless then her uncaring husband.
Today’s Daily Post prompt (https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/no-apologies/) asked for my guilty pleasure, one that I’m not sorry for. I thought of all the usual things: chocolate, flowers, promises I don’t intend to keep… (I love that movie for so many reasons.) But ultimately I came upon stories, whether they are stories that I have written or ones that I have read, stories would be my guilty pleasure that I’m not sorry for. All kinds of stories, it doesn’t usually matter (except for anything too graphic physically, I can’t handle those and don’t want to learn to do so) but I love them all.
I know when I write, I tend towards the more serious very often, that’s mostly because though I’ve been told I can be funny that’s usually on accident and has a hard time translating into my writing at all. People say that you write what you know, even if you only know of it in some small part and I’ve found that to be mostly true. You can write about something you don’t know, or at least something that you aren’t as familiar with. That’s where research comes in, if this isn’t true then all those essays I had to do in middle and high school about things I didn’t know anything about before starting on it were completely useless and should not have been assigned in the first place.
Breathing In 