Dear Readers,
My hiatus was not voluntary or intentional.
I missed creating pieces for you to read. My thoughts were continual but circumstance
did not permit me to blog. I would like to dedicate this particular entry to someone
who made an imprint on my life. The message I want to share today is: domestic
violence does not discriminate. Yes, there are statistics and demographics out
there that say that a certain type of woman is more likely to be affected by
D.V. than others but truthfully, D.V. can and does cross all types of
socio-economic, racial, age and cultural lines.
No different from any other plague, it does not care who it
attacks. About a week ago, I had the
displeasure of stumbling upon the unfortunate news that a woman I knew for just
over a decade, was murdered in cold blood by her husband at her thriving place
of business before he took his own life.
To learn that she was enduring domestic violence is still something I am
trying to process. She had the appearance of being near-perfect. She was a well-paid
professional, married, a mother, confident, feisty. In her presence I sometimes
felt less than -at no fault of her own- it was due to my own insecurity. She was just that together. This lovely lady
was the last person most people who knew her would’ve thought was enduring domestic
violence. We certainly didn’t think it would claim her life. With all the resources she had access to, I am
forced to wonder why she didn’t seek outside help for her plight before it was
too late. Pride? Shame? Confusion? It is
best to refrain from making judgments about others based on appearance, you
never know what someone is really enduring underneath the surface. The woman
you think has it all may be crying herself to sleep at night.
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