The runner part of me came to be about 5 years ago.

*** This could be triggering **

We were having a fish fry at our house and my oldest son had invited several of his friends over.

My husband had one of his Mr Hyde switches and I was trying very hard to make everything happen without him erupting.

I wasn't very successful. I'm not sure what finally set him off. I was on the back deck, by myself thank goodness, and he verbally raged at me from the backyard. I can't even remember what it was about. It just felt like I couldn't do anything. I was trapped there.

I can still remember looking at his angry face and seeing his mouth but I couldn't hear anything. It felt like I floated out of myself and was numb.

I don't remember anything about the rest of that day. I started running the next day.

I started meeting with my counselor the next week.

I guess that is redemption for a horrible thing.

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