The anxiety hung thick in the boxy apartment air.
I listen to the talking heads on the morning news report on the memory of this most horrible and Sad day.
It was the backdrop for what proved to be my 911.
Waiting in the courtroom lobby. My heart pounding outside my chest. Nervousness and fear mounting as I try to remain calm.
He walks in confident. Speaks, smiles as if we are meeting for a drink. Sits 100 yards away per the Order.
His lawyer cockily approaching me with a sh*t eating grin. Extends his clammy hand. Calls me by my first name.You don’t have to talk to me. I know. And I do not.
Why do Men still feel the need to intimidate US? No, I am not a lawyer. I am unrepresented. I have been victimized… Again. I Know my rights. I know the law. I am prepared to Fight.
For Me. For nameless women through the ages. Held hostage by a man’s control.
Abused emotionally/ mentally by men we trust. By men we thought we loved.
The stoic judge acknowledges me and hears my case.
His attorney tries to mock me. To question the facts I present. But instead angers the judge. And ends up making a fool of himself and his client. His $1200 attorney fee could have paid my support for several months.
The gavel sounds. Two years of Protection. Two years of No contact.
How did we get here? What makes a loved one become one we fear, a stranger we no longer recognize?
How Did You Get Here? The old RnB song plays over and over in my head.
I wait in the lobby again. Papers are being prepared.
He sits 100 yards away. His lawyer’s head down. Both sullen, silent…the cockiness gone.
I should be happy. But just feel relief. Feel like I can breathe once again.
And then the News. A one line text. My Friend has passed.
My Best Friend. My Only GurlFriend. My Ride or Die Friend. My I got your back Friend. My I can call you Anytime of Anyday and talk about Anything Friend.
On this saddest most remembered day when thousands of lives were lost. My Friend has slipped away… without my saying goodbye.
Too consumed with the drama of a broken heart, broken marriage, broken life.
I sit stiffly on the courtroom bench and The silent tears fall.