It was a beautiful anniversary party. All of our friends and family had joined us
in the ballroom decorated with white and lilac balloons, the colors a tribute
to the bouquets that were carried by the bridesmaids five years ago. Everyone was joyous, laughing and chatting
happily, and then he entered the
room. Why was he there?
Why is he here? Why?
Why? Oh my God. Why?
My heart started to race as fear masked my face, the happy,
loving, confident me suddenly hidden and this frightened whisper of a woman
once again returning. I looked to my
husband, who looked to me and then looked up and too saw him – my ex-husband. I could see my spouse look around the room
for the children too and then he ran to this unexpected, most definitely
uninvited guest.
Sam pushed at this intruder’s chest, his mouth uttering
words meant to usher him out of this place.
I couldn’t tell what those words were, but I remember my former flame’s
first words: “You’re last.”
He intended to kill my husband. I saw it in those fiery evil eyes, those eyes
that I once so god-damn foolishly had fallen for. He glanced around the room, “Where’s the
newest one, Angela? Where’s your son?” His voice sent shivers racing down my spine
and my entire body trembled. An image
flashed through my unquiet mind: my six month old son a fatality to the gun
that I now glanced in this man’s hand, his tiny body twisted and deformed, no
longer recognizable as a child of God, just a victim of the devil’s work – this
devil who wore a disguise so clever he had once convinced me to say “I do.” I saw tiny bits of brain matter and bone, and
my body twitched and turned, agitated and wanting this nightmare to end. I found myself mute and locked in this awful
reel of absolute horror.
Then another image flashed quickly across my racing,
restless mind. This time, it was my
mother, who had noticed as he entered the room too and knew, had always known
in her heart, what this monster was capable of.
She had run with the children. I
saw her locked in the coat closet, her arms wrapped tightly around my two
children praying to God that they wouldn’t be found and they would be kept
safe.
He didn’t try to find them when they were not easily
located. Instead he said, “I can’t find
the boy. I’ll move on then. “ His eyes
darted across the room until they locked upon my dear friend. “You,” he hollered and approached her with an
alarmingly determined rapidity. “You
were there!”, he grabbed her arm and yelled loudly in her face. “Why were you
there? If you hadn’t moved, it would have
just been us. I could have kept her
alone and dependent! You came and
reminded her she could be happy and herself!” He shook her body fiercely as
though she were a mere rag doll, her strong, tempered body suddenly falling
limp in his arms. I could see her fear,
smell it, taste it; it was so real for me – so fucking real and I couldn’t stop
it as hard I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t happening.
“Fuck you!” he screamed in her face, further startling everyone
in the room, as we all looked on helpless, frozen in fear, unable to make this
end despite our deep desires. There were
no heroes here; it was all horror. “Fuck
you! Fuck you!” he screeched even shriller, as he now took a knife from his
pocket and sent the razor sharp blade plunging into her temple, again and again
and again until her screams became silence, and my voice had finally been
found.
I jolted up in bed with a deafening scream that woke my
husband. I was sweating profusely, my
body trembling. Tears ran down my cheeks
as my spouse made himself more alert and attempted to calm me. “It’s okay, Angela,” he whispered as he
rocked me in his arms, “It isn’t real.
It isn’t real. It’s just a
nightmare. It’s okay.”
But it felt so real, so fucking real; the horror and fear
was palatable. My heart was beating
rapidly and my mind was whirling. I
tried to shake this nightmare off of me, but it remained with me. While my husband tried his damndest to assure
me that it wasn’t real and everything would be alright, I didn’t feel safe, and
I didn’t feel assured.
I rocked back and forth and pulled myself out of his
comforting arms, allowing myself to fall back into that nightmare in my
memory. I started bawling, my cries now
nearly as strident as my shouts. “He
would have killed me if I had stayed. He
would have killed me if I had stayed. “ I repeated these words like some
menacing mantra and blocked out the reality that I was safe here in my home
with my new husband and loving family.
That former life didn’t have to haunt me anymore, but it did.
“He would have killed me if I had stayed,” I repeated. I knew these words were truth as I spoke them
again and again. The party and his vile presence
had been a nightmare, but this knowledge was a reality. How, then, could I have ever married such a
malevolent man? Why couldn’t those vows
also be nothing more than a nasty dream?
Maybe then he couldn’t still haunt me.
I shared these fears in my latest therapy session. I was there informed of the side effects of
Effexor: vivid dreams. This dream was so real it crippled me, and I
stayed at home too afraid to leave, an anxiety attack having proceeded the
nightmare, and depression joining the fear and anxiety in a toxic combination –
but none of these, alone or together, as toxic as that relationship had been.
Giving you a thousand hugs! I have had dreams that vivid, that cannot be shaken the next day. Having been in a bad relationship that was angelic compared to yours (yet far from angelic) I understand your fears. If I even see someone that resembles him to this day, ten years later, I start to shake and habe to leave where I am at. I fear someday he will show up in real life. So I completely "get" you and to be repetitive, send hugs. Remember you are in a good place now with a loving family. Keep that in focus!
ReplyDeleteWhat a horrible, haunting dream. I'm so sorry, Angela. But you did survive.
ReplyDeleteI had this same conversation with my doctor last week. For me it's the side effect of trazodone, which I take to help me sleep -- go figure. I know how vivid the dreams can be, where the next morning, I'm left feeling like it really happened. You might ask your doctor if you can take Klonopin at night. It hasn't helped me get rid of the vivid dreams, but it has tamped down the intensity/anxiety factor.
*hugs*
Holy hell!!I'm so sorry!! But i'm so relieved that you're in a new stable, loving place. My mouth is still agog.
ReplyDeleteOh, man, that's so scary. I am so sorry that sounds positively awful. You wrote about it beautiful, but no doubt it seared you. Freaking effexor....
ReplyDeleteAngela. WOW. I wish I could hug you. Wow.
ReplyDeleteOh man Angela, that's so awful! I am so glad it was a dream though. I was so worried in the beginning. I hope it's not recurrent!
ReplyDeleteHow awful that a medicine that is supposed to be helping is causing that. Ambien caused me to have very vivid dreams. Bitter irony.
ReplyDeleteI hope you can learn to cope with these dreams, and that they can change for you into happy ones. You write beautifully.
UGHHHHHHHH what an awful nightmare. Prescription drugs are so fucked up. I just saw a commercial for one (intermezzo) whose side effects include hallucinations, depersonalization, suicidal thoughts (including completed suicides), doing things like driving in a half awake state and having no recollection the next day, etc etc. It's INSANE.
ReplyDeleteWhat a horrifying dream. I'm sorry you had to endure that.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds terrible. I am just glad that you are with a great man now and continuing to seek therapy to work through your past (and how it haunts your present.) Thank you for sharing this well written piece. Saying a prayer for you.
ReplyDeleteYour writing was so vivid, I felt like I was there in your, thankfully just a, dream. Like others have said, I'm glad you are in a better place now.
ReplyDeleteWhew, thank goodness for your "real" husband. He sounds like a jewel.
ReplyDeleteThat is so scary. I'm glad you had your husband by your side when you finally woke up.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds absolutely terrifying. I'm glad your husband now is such a kind man, and that you have a lot of people supporting you. It sounds like the meds are worse than what they are trying help :(
ReplyDeleteDude! I've been on Effexor for a couple of months (I'm weaning off that and onto a new one now) but my dreams have been insane. Seriously horrifying. Side effects suck.
ReplyDeleteWow - this was riveting!!
ReplyDeletePowerful. The writing, I mean. Just remember that you are powerful as well, and don't let the dreams or the assholes get the best of you.
ReplyDeleteThat's no less terrifying for having been a dream. I'm so glad you're in a better place, and I hope the nightmares fade.
ReplyDeleteWow that's truly horrifying! I'm so sorry you went through both that dream and that marriage. And I'm so glad you've found a good husband and the support you need. ((( hugs )))
ReplyDeleteSuch an awful dream. I'm sorry you went through that.
ReplyDeleteOh, Angela. My god, that was so terrifying! I'm so sorry you had to experience that.
ReplyDeleteScary! I had someone that I think would have ended up like that if I hadn't gotten out early and I thought for years that he would come kill me. Awful. Glad you are in a safe place now!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you got out and away from that!
ReplyDeleteSo powerfully written and so horribly scary. I'm so glad it was only a dream and that you have found a better life.
ReplyDeleteI'm only had a few dreams like that in my life, but they stuck with me. So awful. I usually wake up just before I am (or someone else is) killed. Thank goodness for your wonderful husband!!
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