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My Journey to Submission

Part I

She knew what was going to happen. She was after all going to meet him in a hotel room, wasn’t she? As she sat in the car in the parking lot of the hotel she began to doubt her decision to meet him. What was she doing? They had only known each other for a few days. Technically, she was married and had promised fidelity. Fear and doubt gave way to anger and frustration. Where was he? Had he stood her up? Already nervous and now angry she texted one last time –  “Where are U?” The phone finally rang. A gentle, low voice asked, “What are you doing baby?”

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Family

I only caught a glimpse of her out of the kitchen window. Panic, dread, and fear came crashing into my body like flood waters filled with chunks of the past, broken tattered debris scattered in its churning dirty water.  Mother.