I just wanted to let my readers know that, though my childhood home in the San Fernando Valley was razed to make room for condominiums, I was able to find some pictures of it online, via a not-so-frequently-updated map site. I was very, very glad.
My next topic is about a difficulty for me. In one of my classes, a young woman apparently left the area because of an abusive marriage, taking her child with her. I was surprised to see her walk into class last week. One of my friends talked to her after class about what was going on, and I was heartbroken to hear this young woman say things like:
He pushed me and screamed at me, and started hitting my arms. But he's never done anything like that before.
He says he will change.
I know that I can help him change.
It was just a little argument.
How I fear for this young woman! How many times I said such minimizing things in my own situation, in different forms, but always the same soft-heartedness and willingness to forgive the very destruction of my mind, heart, body, and spirit. I have no idea of the person I might have become, of the mother I might have been to my children, or how well I might have been in body and mind if I had not had to live though those things, beginning in my early twenties.
I do not want that outcome for her, but given how sweet and soft-hearted she is, I fear for her. I am glad she is at least in a large circle of women, many of whom have been through a lot of life and can counsel her.
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