The Cuddler (Chapter 7 Excerpts)
“I wanted so badly to ask this broken man how did it feel to get smacked around? As much as I shun violence, I can honestly say in that moment I felt he deserved that butt-kicking and more. But I was taught you never kick a horse while he’s down so I kept my thoughts in my brain and far away from my tongue, at least for now. I truly had heartfelt empathy for KP but the more he ran his disrespectful mouth my empathy turned into anger that this grown man took my freedom of thought, action, and my freedom of innocence. KP being one of many that molested my purity, my intellect, my history, my future, my mind, my body, my spirit, and my soul and abused my whole being at the highest level. The sickness throughout this evil sexual slavery with KP was he manipulated and exploited my simpleness and ignorance and convinced me to believe that he was the victim and I was the perpetrator. Pulling up to KP’s house I watched him stagger to door without my help or support because he did not want me to touch, help or assist him therefore I watched this pitiful boy/man drag himself up the stairs and when his babysitter mother answered the door, this over two hundred and fifty pound man flops into her arms. This time life caught up with her baby, the beater had been on the other side of the coin and was beaten badly. I had enough respect to wait for his help in the way of his mother and explain to her as much as I could because KP needed her assistance, so as I had done so many times before, I pulled off but this time I knew it was going to be different.
Again along my traveled journey came rust in the form of brokenness, bruising and shattering, but God’s unmerited mercy strengthened me therefore that night I took back from KP my dignity, self-respect, self-honor, and self-worth. You see this time when I pulled off it was mentally, emotionally, and psychologically, not just physically, God is faithful. That night KP was rushed to emergency because he had sustained substantial injuries at Richmond Produce, from contusions and concussions to his head, to several broken ribs and bones, but what was most injured, was his inflated ego that lacked empathy or concern for mankind. I saw KP a few times shortly after the incident and he cried sorrowful apologies with wet tears and a bowed down head of shame, I forgave KP from my heart and we parted our ways. As I ended that awful chapter of my life with KP, amazingly I was the one God blessed to walk away from a Domestic abuser that could’ve taken my life.”
- Written by Linda Watters Gosey