Weekly Writing Challenge: Map It Out
Donkey moved us a lot. There were only two moves that he didn’t initiate (1 to 2, and 3 to 4). We met in May 2005 and I left in August 2010. These are the general locations of where we lived together during our relationship. I haven’t included the numbers for the street addresses.
1. My apartment when we met. Donkey moved himself in after we knew each other for a week. I needed to move because I was no longer working full time in order to finish college more quickly. I needed cheaper rent, off campus. A friend of mine had lost her roommate and offered me the second bedroom for a whopping $200/month plus utilities.
2. My apartment with a roommate. Donkey hated my roommate, and though he essentially still lived at his parent’s house, he stayed with me most nights. When my roommate was looking to move, she offered me the whole space (it was a house near campus that was her’s first and I moved in with her later without signing the lease) but Donkey refused to let me stay there. He decided we needed to find a place together and live there together.
3. Our first place together. It was a 500 square feet cottage with one closet, originally built as mother-in-law quarters. This is where our daughter was conceived. We moved because Donkey didn’t like the neighbor, I got pregnant, and he got a job in Atlanta with IBM. This is the house where he first physically attacked me.
4. When Donkey started with IBM I was still in school. Instead of letting me stay 5 miles from campus he moved me into his parent’s house over 45 minutes away from school. As a woman, and a pregnant woman, I couldn’t be allowed to live alone. He said I would be robbed, raped, and beat up. He was the only one to ever rob, rape, and beat me up.
5. Our first apartment in Atlanta. This was a good place. There were lots of families around and we were close to activities. We had to move because they were remodeling the entire complex and they forced everyone to move out at the end of their lease in order to do the construction. We could have moved into a newly remodeled apartment, but the rent was out of our budget.
6. This was my favorite house of all of our houses. The rent included all the utilities, we were walking distance from a park, and the neighbors had a daughter the same age as ours. This is where our son was conceived. It was good for Donkey because a pot dealer lived two houses up so if he couldn’t get ahold of his dealer he would go to the neighbor. He decided we had to move because the owners had failed a short-sale on one of the other properties and he didn’t want to be in a position to have to find a place and move in 30 days, except he changed his mind on where we would go so many times I ended up with 2 weeks to secure a new home, pack, and move. This was where Donkey attacked me the second time.
7. This place was a dump. A total and complete dump. We had great neighbors though. Next door was a family with two kids, one my daughters age, and across the street was another family with a daughter a year younger than mine. The neighborhood was quiet and enclosed (no through traffic). Our next door neighbors brought us fresh, homemade banana bread the day after we moved in. I have never had anyone bring me bread since. This is where Donkey threw me though the laundry room door.
8. FL. The end of the end. Donkey still lives here. This was where Donkey came after me with a knife.
I’m still moving, against all my wishes. When I left Donkey, the kids and I moved into a Domestic Violence shelter in Troy, Missouri. When we left the shelter we moved in with my sister and her family just outside of St. Louis. When I was established in a job the kids and I moved into our own home in a suburb of St. Louis. This was where we were going to stay. We were walking distance from the elementary and middle schools for our district. We were a mile from my parent’s house and a block from my cousin and my aunt and uncle. But Donkey took the kids and moved them back to Florida. I moved to Atlanta.