Her children no longer spoke to her. She hated to admit it, but sometimes she preferred it that way. She couldn’t bear looking into their pained, soulless eyes.
She’d suffered too. She’d endured broken ribs, countless black eyes, busted lips and bloody noses. She knew the sound of his broad fist barreling into her flesh so well. Her children did too.
Her bag was light. There wasn’t much from this place she wanted to keep. She would drive across the country, show up on her daughter’s doorstep and beg her forgiveness, hoping she would let her in.
The Moral Mondays prompt this week is Better Late Than Never
Jennifer Terry 
I believe her daughter will let her mother in, welcome her. Despite the last because she’s her mother. Nice take on the moral!
I think you’re right. But I don’t know what kind of trauma I would have growing up in that kind of environment. Thanks for reading and for commenting!
Great take on the prompt! Just glad she finally decided to leave!
Thanks! I am too. Even if it did take her a long time to do it.
Nice one! A lot said in very few words 🙂
I appreciate that!
Such a powerful story! I hope their children will find it in their hearts to forgive her. They were all victims, sadly. It just took her longer to realize it.
Thanks, yes I hope they forgive her too. It has to be hard knowing your mother didn’t protect you from being abused, even though she was a victim too.
Very well written. Sad and tragic – but hope at the end there. A reconciliation is on the cards, I’m sure. Nicely done
Thanks. Yes, I hope she repairs that relationship too.
Ouch, a painful, powerful story. Fingers crossed they’ll reconcile…
Thanks for reading. I hope for a reconciliation too.