Mental Musings from
The Marginatrix
...because sometimes I just need to share my thoughts.
I never imagined I would need to hide it, put it under lock and key. Protect it. Until he used my words against me.
My heart seized and I opened my mouth, desperately searching for a reasonable explanation, though I knew there wasn’t one. There couldn’t be one. I shivered at the realization as the frigid fingers of fear poked me, a staccato beat that matched the furious beating of my heart. Again, I thought, it can’t be. With measured breaths I formulated my question, “Did you read my journal?” He didn’t have the decency to act contrite, instead spewing contempt and judgement as he criticized my private thoughts. I shook my head in disbelief, my sanctuary violated, exposed to ridicule. Deliberately, I closed my eyes, then carefully, I closed my heart. Mentally, but not in writing, I planned my escape. 8-22-2018
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