If You’ve Done Me Wrong
Just assume I don’t want to hear from you again…ever
I just had the worst Thanksgiving of my life.
My dad, who was being treated for cancer but was doing pretty well, died suddenly the day after Thanksgiving. I had traveled with my kids, pets, and a pumpkin pie to my parents’ house only to find everyone gone when I arrived. I called my sister and was told to head to the hospital. Dad wanted to see everyone.
My father had been admitted early in the week for a simple procedure. By Thursday, he was ready to die and say his goodbyes. By Friday, he was gone.
The following days were a blur and just a day before the funeral, I received a mysterious text message.
“Is this Alecia?”
I cautiously replied yes. I then received condolences for my loss from my first husband. For some context, we divorced when I was 24 because of his escalation of abuse and control. He was emotionally, mentally, and physically abusive. Toward the end he held a gun to my head, threatened to kill my family if I left, and had me followed around town. He staged a break-in to make me feel crazy. I had to file a restraining order and leave the state to feel safe again. I am now 52 years old.
Several years ago, he tried to reconnect through social media and I asked him to never contact me…
