Dear, Aaron Moon,
I have no idea who you are, but we need to talk.
You left a comment on my blog post, 13 Reasons She Stayed, which initially infuriated me, made me see the deepest red.
I examined every syllable slowly, deliberately, disbelievingly.
And each one felt like a punch to the stomach.
“This is why she stayed: He had money. He had a rent free place for her to live. He had a job. She was too lazy to work or leave. He has a car she could use. She had no bills to pay.”
I admit, the first instant after reading those words, those razor sharp words, I felt disgust flow thru my blood stream, loathing fill my lungs. I wanted to wrap my hands around your neck and choke you, choke you, fucking choke you. I wanted to hire Isis to cut your head off. I wanted to fire off responses like… “Asshole. Idiot. I bet you beat your wife, kids, and even kick the dog. Son-of-a-bitch. Bastard.”
This is what I wanted to say.
But I didn’t. How could I? How could I lower myself in such a way?
Instead, I ceased the moment as teachable, instructive.
Ignorance breeds ignorance. Hatred breeds hatred. Foolishness breeds foolishness.
I’m going to enlighten you.
My sister stayed because she had three babies to raise. HIS babies, which he didn’t give a shit about.
I remember Jordan, the youngest, would sprint to him as he walked through the door, hug him around the legs tightly, kiss his jeans. He did this every. single. day… but my sister’s killer never responded. He merely stood there stiff, cold, and without heart.
After that, Jordan stopped running to him.
Yeah, that’s kind of what the marriage was like, too.
Emotionless. Sunless. Moonless.
She stayed because she thought he’d become a father to his children, a husband to his wife, a man she could look up to with admiration.
She stayed because she believed wholeheartedly that one day he’d respect her, value her, listen to her, love her, be amazed by her uniqueness.
She stayed, mostly, because she thought he’d change.
He. Never. Changed.
He. Became. A. Murderer.
So, Aaron Moon, stick this letter in your pocket, tuck it inside your brain, allow the words to roll around inside your psyche.
And when you decide to judge a woman, which you will, for being too lazy to leave, take it out and remember her blood, her last breath, her crying, her hope, her sacrifice…
Then look in the mirror and ask what it is about ‘Yourself” that would cause you to take your precious time to write something so utterly appalling to a person you don’t know.
Kay’s Sister, whom is honored to be her voice
——-Darling, Readers, any insight or enlightenment for the individuals reading this letter who need to be educated?
If you are being abused in ANY way whatsoever, call the Domestic Abuse Hotline Now: 1-800-799-7233 … remember you are loved, valued, & cherished.