Still as much as I try my best to help her in this situation that she has found herself in, I find out that I can't really do much.
My aunt for some weird reason has decided not to interfere in her matter altogether. Well I'm guessing that my aunt isn't really something of a charitable person, and the pay that she offers this woman is quite much considering how little she does, but even looking at things from a humanitarian side I will say that there is much that we could be doing to help.
There's much more that we could be doing to help people in this sort of situation, and that is what prompted me to ask her how her kids were doing, and how her family was.
Again I find out talk about family with people whose families are still complete, who still have thier father and mother with them makes me sad. For some reason it makes me and I'm guessing it's that my own parents are dead, and so I don't really understand this impulse that makes me ask her.
She simply bursts into tears. She burst into tears which is so unlike the happy look that was on her face before. I just asked her what the problem is agin after calming her down and giving her a cup of black tea to sip.
She begins her tale. I would call it a tale because that is what it looks like to me. It seems the picture that she painted for me before was not true, the picture of a caring and loving husband, it wasn't true at all.
Now that the truth finally emerges it makes me see exactly why my aunt has decided not to be involved in her dilemma more than she is.
"How can you still be married to such a person?" I ask her and she simply erupts into sobs again. I am shocked. I am dumbfounded. I am speechless.
I cannot get why someone would still be married to a drunkard, is it love is it love that would make you have the mind to stay with someone who abuses you, who practically beats you whenever he gets home, who beats your children and put them through such mental torture, I can't even imagine it.
I can't begin to imagine it because my brain simply goes blank. Okay, for all I know I am eighteen and there might be more to this than I have seen from the surface, but still I didn't want to know what the circumstances are, I don't want to know what the circumstances concerning her relationship with him are, if there is anything, if there is anything that would make me still be married to such an horrible man a man who practically takes my wages each and every month so he can feed the other family he hasn't gotten himself and leave me and my kids in perpetual squalor, i don't want to know what it is.
I would have upped and left a long time ago. The door practically comes crashing open.