Next Saturday morning, 11 August, the kids go back to Donkey. This isn’t the first, the second, or the last time I will watch him drive away with innocence.
The second was Mother’s Day 2012. The first was Mother’s Day 2010. Donkey had tried to have me involuntarily committed as a psycho bitch the day before. After I was released because I wasn’t a psycho bitch, and went home to sleep, he told me we has taking the kids for a bike ride so I could have some quiet to rest. Except, he put them in his car and drove 5 hours south to his brother Ralph’s house in Miami. There Donkey stayed with the kids for one week, refusing to allow me to speak to them until I spoke to him, and only returning when his sister Yoly called and begged him to go home.
Two days after taking the kids in 2011, Donkey sent an email that sent me thru the roof! But at this point my I was well aware of the kind of monster I was with and recognized it for what it was: demeaning me and exalting himself.
After I left him in August 2010, in the few days between him figuring that out and me deleting my email account, he approached the topic again, and this time it was to draw on my sympathies. Little did he know I was already 1,000 miles away and far, far from the influence of his manipulations. Little did he know, I had broken the rules of the domestic violence shelter by telling him I couldn’t speak to him. Little did he know, I knew not to speak to him if I was to survive the escape.