"Where was your husband when mom passed"?
My mother spent like the last 6 to 8 months of her life living with my aunt and her abusive husband. Mr. Demon was a recovering drug addict and very abusive man. He and my mom did not care for one another in the slightest bit. My mother only tolerated him due to the fact that my aunt couldn't seem to break away from this Asshole. This man nearly killed my aunt about 5 years prior to my mom's passing.
I remember it like it was yesterday because we were put right in the middle of it. We lived right across from my aunt at that time and I remember the screams, the yelling, and crying. My cousins came running over to our apartment and my mom went over to theirs. She tried to stop him and nearly got hurt herself. Mom yelled out, "Call 911 now!" My aunt was on the floor and all I could see was blood. Later at the hospital we find out she could've died if we didn't call 911 when we did. She had a puncture lung, the other lung collapsed. Most of her ribs were broke, she had a broken nose, fractured bones in her face, eyes were damn near swollen shut. Her arm was fracture and she had to breathe through a tube.
This demon could've killed my aunt and felt no remorse at the time. He went to prison for a few years and my aunt started her recovery.
How my aunt took this man back was a mystery to us all. I mean I'm all for second chances and believing people can change but this Asshole almost killed her. In my opinion there isn't that much change in the world. My mom being the woman she was didn't agree with it but she tolerated it because of my aunt.
So the question then becomes did he bring harm to my mother or was it all in my head?
Sorry it has taken me a while to continue this story but it takes a lot from me to bring these memories back up. Not to mention my everyday busy life. Thank you so much for those of you who continue to stick around and read my story it really means the world to me.
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