Friday Fictioneers: Desperate Measures

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Based on real life event…

With my head down to avert gazes, I entered the sanctuary and sank onto an empty seat. You need this.

I was entering month #4 as an unemployed. With emergency fund running low, I was operating on anxiety, desperately searching for a job.

I was supposed to be the one working, not mom. If I had a job, I wouldn’t be threatened by mom every night. I wouldn’t be called lazy. I wouldn’t be feeling… Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt a cry coming on. Inhaling a quick breath, I look up at the cross and whispered, “God, please help me.”

(100 words)

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16 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Desperate Measures

  1. I saw your answer above… I was going to say to have faith. God works in ways that we can least understand. A bad circumstance can end up being the best experience you ever had… in your case, an answer to prayer for employment. I have an inlaw mother who constantly belittles and demeans me because I am unable to work full time (mostly due to caring for her son and his disability). One day about three years ago, after 20 years of listening to her constant bullsh**, I went off on her. She’d crossed the line when she did her thing in a public forum (the car dealership showroom) and I told her just what I thought about her, her husband, and their constant stupidity towards us. I even walked out, and had I not been so angry that I left my purse behind, I would have kept going. But, I needed my drivers license. Since then, she’s kept silent… and we rarely if ever visit or talk to them. As hubby puts it “They’re the ones who burned the bridge”. I’m cordial around them, as I would be around anyone. I’ve had my say.

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    1. Good for you! Even after 3 years of working my butt off, overtime every week, my mom is still saying those things to me. I went off on her 2 years after she berated me at a Christmas dinner in front of her family. The words, “You owe me for your life” basically set me off, made me storm out of my aunt’s house, got in my car and just drove.
      If I wasn’t tied down with a house, I would’ve packed up and left that night. I was filled with so much anger, sadness, and anxiety that my brain was all jumbled and didn’t know what to do. Thankfully, I had a friend on the phone to talk me into going home.

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      1. I’m so sorry, Yinglan. I would have, and did walk out of my childhood home and left Mom to fend for herself after years of her abusive treatment. Tradition aside, there’s no excuse for it. If I were in your shoes, I’d sell the house, move, and buy another… then, not give her the new addy. But that’s me. I’m pretty rash like that.

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      2. I don’t think it’s tradition. I think it’s my mom not having loving parents when she was growing up and she’s now taking it out on me as well as everyone.
        That’s a pretty aggressive move which I don’t think I’m capable of doing.

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  2. Society assumes there are these bonds between family members — family comes first and all that. Family members are loving and caring, sharing and helping. But, a lot of families are fractured, disfunctional. And, sometimes we have to make a stand. Say what they really feel. I said litle about how my mother made me feel, the misery she caused (as she needed to be miserable and take me with her) the 20 or so years I was her caretaker. I carried so much anger; never expelled in her life time. That took it’s toll. Good you had it out with her.
    Good luck going forward; prayer can create miracles. As your story suggests.

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  3. I believe that God does listen to prayers, and that your prayers were answered. I’m glad you have the freedom to distance yourself from further verbal abuse now. It sounds like it never really was about the job that made your mom say hurtful things.

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