“I’m not saying that’s the route I’d like to take. Obviously
the best place for you is in rehab rather than jail. You’re
obviously a very sick woman and you’ll never get the kind of help
you need in any sort of correctional facility.”
Rehab or jail, talk about Sophie’s Choice.
I clenched my eyes closed and leaned back against my pillow.
Christian opens the door to the small but cozy bungalow and
announces his arrival. Two small children run to greet him. A perfect
petit woman walks up to him and kisses his cheek. “How was work?”
“Great, how I love imparting knowledge!” They sit at the table
and pray and eat homemade food. She has never burnt anything or
boiled anything over into the burners. They sit in front of the TV
and watch PBS all snuggled up on the couch together. No one gets mad
or fights. No one is high. Everyone is happy. That could have
been Christian’s life if he never met me.
I opened my eyes and the room was empty
and dark. I was alone and I cried. What had I become?
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