TrailerTrish
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This morning as I was driving to take Doug’s things to him at the rest home I suddenly appreciated all that I have in my new life here. The car I was driving, the place I am living in, the job that I have, the new iPhone in my pocket playing the music I was listening to, all of it. I remembered the living hell I endured in my time in Alabama, the poverty, squalor, danger, fear, and hardship, and I felt an upwelling of gratitude to the Father in Heaven. I work long hard hours here and life is not perfect by any stretch, but I have a job, and a far better place to live.
I don’t have Baggett, my monster of a landlord harassing me anymore, pressing me to pay the rent with sex, beating on my door all the time and aggressively prying into my most personal business. Donna, the most vicious tyrant I've yet worked for, is far in the past and hundreds of miles away on her destroyed ranch reaping the fruits of her iniquity. I managed to escape from there not long before the F5 tornado destroyed everything that evil woman had.
I don’t have to precisely measure my coffee water for each cup to save propane for heating it, to have enough to cook with, and heat the place, or use Viva paper towels for coffee filters to save money on real ones. I don’t have to keep my food in a refrigerator that barely works and have most of it spoil on me. I don’t have to watch the roads constantly for the approach of evil men who were after me there, or draw the curtains and lock my door when they arrive to sexually harass me.
I don’t have rutting horny animal men threatening to rape me or sexually harassing me at work and where I live, I don’t live in that tiny broken down trailer, I can take a hot shower when I want now instead of having to heat water on the stove to clean myself in front of the sink, while worrying about running out of propane. I don’t have to carry a gun all the time here, and have not carried one since leaving Alabama. My .45 has been gathering dust on my nightstand for a long time now, and the .40 caliber SIG has been just sitting on my desk for months.
I don’t have to clean horse stalls 90 hours a week for less than a dollar an hour with a vicious screaming harpy in my face while wasting away into a skeleton. I have enough to eat now, I don’t have to go hungry or depend on the neighbors for food.
I knew a lot of evil people there, and society in rural Alabama was full of them. Here I have met some bad ones, but nothing like I had to deal with back there. Here I have a far better home to live in, and a man who does his best to treat me well. I have a great appreciation for Doug after all the evil and wicked people who have ripped me off and harassed me over the last 8 years.
As I drove along the palm tree lined streets of Southwestern Florida this morning the stark contrast of the life I now live against the horrific life I endured and escaped from in Alabama hit me like a wave, and I marveled that I ever got out of there, and over the last 18 months built up the life I have now.
I've thanked the Father in Heaven for the blessings he's bestowed upon me since I escaped the slavery and hardship I suffered back in Alabama. Perhaps in time I'll find that one true and close friend I've always yearned for, but for now I am just thankful I survived Alabama, and thankful for the life I have now.
Right now it really does seem that I am finally emerging from the worst period of my adult life. Things are far better for me these days, and while I’m older and not so strong as I was, I’m far better off.
Thank you Father in Heaven!
I don’t have Baggett, my monster of a landlord harassing me anymore, pressing me to pay the rent with sex, beating on my door all the time and aggressively prying into my most personal business. Donna, the most vicious tyrant I've yet worked for, is far in the past and hundreds of miles away on her destroyed ranch reaping the fruits of her iniquity. I managed to escape from there not long before the F5 tornado destroyed everything that evil woman had.
I don’t have to precisely measure my coffee water for each cup to save propane for heating it, to have enough to cook with, and heat the place, or use Viva paper towels for coffee filters to save money on real ones. I don’t have to keep my food in a refrigerator that barely works and have most of it spoil on me. I don’t have to watch the roads constantly for the approach of evil men who were after me there, or draw the curtains and lock my door when they arrive to sexually harass me.
I don’t have rutting horny animal men threatening to rape me or sexually harassing me at work and where I live, I don’t live in that tiny broken down trailer, I can take a hot shower when I want now instead of having to heat water on the stove to clean myself in front of the sink, while worrying about running out of propane. I don’t have to carry a gun all the time here, and have not carried one since leaving Alabama. My .45 has been gathering dust on my nightstand for a long time now, and the .40 caliber SIG has been just sitting on my desk for months.
I don’t have to clean horse stalls 90 hours a week for less than a dollar an hour with a vicious screaming harpy in my face while wasting away into a skeleton. I have enough to eat now, I don’t have to go hungry or depend on the neighbors for food.
I knew a lot of evil people there, and society in rural Alabama was full of them. Here I have met some bad ones, but nothing like I had to deal with back there. Here I have a far better home to live in, and a man who does his best to treat me well. I have a great appreciation for Doug after all the evil and wicked people who have ripped me off and harassed me over the last 8 years.
As I drove along the palm tree lined streets of Southwestern Florida this morning the stark contrast of the life I now live against the horrific life I endured and escaped from in Alabama hit me like a wave, and I marveled that I ever got out of there, and over the last 18 months built up the life I have now.
I've thanked the Father in Heaven for the blessings he's bestowed upon me since I escaped the slavery and hardship I suffered back in Alabama. Perhaps in time I'll find that one true and close friend I've always yearned for, but for now I am just thankful I survived Alabama, and thankful for the life I have now.
Right now it really does seem that I am finally emerging from the worst period of my adult life. Things are far better for me these days, and while I’m older and not so strong as I was, I’m far better off.
Thank you Father in Heaven!