Small World
I haven’t had much time for tumblr (or anything else) this week, because the elementary school has early dismissal all week. That really messed with my productivity too.
But now I am at the doctor with the oldest, so I have a few minutes. We were headed up in the elevator, when the vaguely familiar woman across from us asked, “Are you a Redacted [my maiden name]?” It was Judy Also Redacted, ago had grown up in my same cult, but one town over. I hear of her occasionally from my friend Heidi, but I hadn’t seen her in years. I smiled and gave her a hug, and we chit-chatted about our lives. She has four children, and while I don’t know all the intimate details of her life (I’m sure I could find out), she seems very normal. But seeing her still makes me feel a little ill. We shared a house with her family once upon a time. It was her older brother who was kidnapped, tortured and murdered by a pedophile, when he was 12, and I was sixteen. I think she must have been about 9 or 10. I’m just going to try to go with it was nice to see her. Yeah.
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