A Tale of Two Minus One...

**Trigger Warning**

Word salad...confusing torture techniques...gaslighting...triangulation...lies that circle round and round the damn globe darting this way and that, continuing the lost and confused portion of the epic game of destruction.

Sensing the prey's alertness, their perception, the uncanny ability to remember word for word conversations through years of practice at the hands of masters...this dude, a rookie, begins to unravel...begins to panic at the thought of loss, of abandonment brought on by their f*ckery, of truth rearing its bright and beautiful head...

This is when the monster pounces, bringing out the big guns, the artillery and armament fit for a king to destroy, to pummel into submission until all thoughts of perception, of lies, leave the head and heart of the lost one and turn to pure survival...oh sure, the first time, second time, a response, a fighting back against the shock of a fist to the face, a forehead or knee to nose, lips, teeth...hands gripped tight about the neck in fury at the audacity of the victim to fight back.

White noise ensues amongst the yelling, the raging; the flying fists, feet, teeth, fingers, knees, elbows, head...the shove to the ground...hair grasped and yanked and dragged to drown in the body of water...yes! yes...a good swimmer is this lost one...take me to the water she thinks, there I will become something to fear, there I will find salvation, escape, a chance to turn the tables.

All thought is punctuated...short bursts of morse code...pure, unadulterated survival.

Perhaps the animal instinct of the monster senses danger for he abandons the water and turns to choking...chasing down the victim as she runs to remove herself from the equation.

Breath blowing out fast, sucking in slow, expelling in gasps...caught...arm around the neck choking the victim as she works to dislodge the offending arm stealing her breath.

A thought, a whisper, a flash of technicolor strategy...fall back...on the rocks...saw it, felt it, heard it....and back she went, falling to the ground littered with sharp rocks of all sizes, breaking the hold and breathing sweet air once again.

Pummeled, choked, bitten, pinched, slapped, pulled by the hair, kicked & shoved to the ground, the victim picks herself up off the ground, slowly...slowly as to not gain the attention of the crazy Jekyll this man had become.

Pacing...mumbling...raging....hands flying, punctuating the words flowing past lips of venom and evil.

Sit...just lower carefully to that stump...quiet...shhhh....

The monster swings round...sees your position and stalks over the ground with malice, with intent.

Oh dear God....where are you?

With a kick to the stump and a shove to the shoulder you're on the ground...again...amongst rocks and firewood...a rock the size and length of a cement block picked up, swung overhead; face full of hate, rage, disgust and forethought for the victims death. Only death would do for the perceived afront.

Will a full on downward swing we watched as the rock began to come down...too shocked, bruised and broken to roll away...the goodbyes to loved ones done in a heartbeat, tears for the one who would miss his mama the most....

A second only, a pause, a look of confusion mars the hate, the thoughts of death disappear...

With a thump, the rock is hit against the cranium with far far less force than originally planned...ground against the scalp, once...twice...then put aside for a grip on the top of the head, once again the hair suffering a grasp meant to bring tears to the eyes, and a pummelling of the head against a piece of firewood underneath...again...and again...and again...and again...over and over until stars appeared in the day sky.

This woman...this brave soul feeling as cowardly and inept as a newborn...finds the strength to roll over and away, not knowing what may come next in this fun carousel of chaos.

The Jekyll impersonator stands to one side watching, confusion still apparent on his face but the rage is gone, for the moment.

Dear treasures...dear lost ones...no matter what you think you have done in your life to deserve this type of abuse...you have done nothing, not one damn thing to deserve the uncontrollable rage that is your partner. You do nothing but love...support...forgive...do for in a hundred different ways to Sunday...

Oh my friends, it does not matter what you do, say, act, live, love...all of it is for naught with the psychopaths/Sociopaths/Plain Jane narcissists...truly.

It is forgotten...gone in a blink of an eye...in the face of their perceived wounding.

No matter that they cheat, lie, steal, abuse, betray, lay hands on, neglect, abandon...

No...the only thing that truly matters to them is their happiness, their needs and wants...and if you threaten that in any way, come what may...they will jump down your throat so fast it will leave your head spinning.

There is no cure...but God.

There is no help...but God.

We know that all of these things are a choice...you did not MAKE them do it. Something you did or said did NOT make them do it. That is the easy answer...much easier to blame self, it must be our fault and responsibility, right?

Wrong...

Pick yourself up...slowly dear treasures...and survey the land around you, see clearly the signs and symptoms of a disaster of a human. Now, please listen to this:

YOU...DO...NOT...BELONG...THERE...

You belong with someone who cherishes, who forgives and communicates gently the things that bother or distress them...

You belong with someone who understands you...not wishes to know all there is in order to use against you.

Lies...so many lies told the mind becomes a pit of sinking sand...

Find your way dear hearts, dear lost ones...find your way to peace, to harmony in this life.

You are worth it. Always, no matter what you feel you've done. You are deserving of basic human kindness and compassion.

Go now with the protection of God's angels keeping watch over you.

That hesitation spoken of over the woman? The confusion on the face of the abuser?

An angel...an angel of power, one hand on the shoulder of the victim, the other pointed toward the man in question and with a mighty roar spoke one word....'NO!!!!'

This my friends...this is what we see, feel, hear, touch, sense in our spirit...not only was this seen by the victim, but also by the death dealer...

In the moment...in the penultimate moment, God showed up and stayed the hand of evil...providing escape for the victim, providing a turn in the events being played out on that lonely stretch of road and body of water.

This is what we have in the Father...salvation in moments when we need them most.

The lost one cried out to God...'I was so alone.' And saw...in a waking vision not brought about by an overactive imagination...no...as clear as the music video playing on the screen, an angel was seen, each detail impressed and committed to memory.

Never Alone dear friends...never.

He is faithful...always...He loves, always...Forgives infinitely...waits with the patience of the ages...comforts constantly...like a fresh spring wind He blows in grace, mercy, compassion and overwhelming understanding.

Walk now my friends...walk with purpose, with pride in your worth...stand tall and speak your truth, with grace and dignity, but speak...find your way, your own unique path and find peace.