– Caroline McCarthy
She hates to be called stupid. It goes back to the abuse that she took from her father as a child. She joyfully laughed inside that day when she stood over her father’s casket, now it seems as though he has taken possession of her husband’s body. She takes the abuse just as she did during her childhood years, sitting there holding back those tears until she’s alone and in front of the bathroom mirror. She hates herself because of him. It seems like he has a new problem with her each day. Yesterday was the worst. No woman wants to be told that she is a fat-ass and has let herself go, even if she has spent hours of her days in the gym and on the bike.
Caroline may seem like a thick-skinned robot in person, but a car wreck of a human being inside, torn to pieces by the driver of her vehicle, that man being her husband, the man who seems to have an issue with every little thing that she does, even the things that she does not do. Yet still, Carol takes it like a wall being punctured with nails. It gets worse, she has no-one to turn to, she must continue playing the role of a happily married wife and mother of two, living the american dream. but behind closed doors is a nightmare. She often contemplates suicide but is stopped by the thoughts of what everyone would say or think about her, How abusive her husband would be to their children if she wasnt around to direct the swearing and insults from them and onto her.
Often her teen daughters have seen their mother being choked, slapped and dragged across the floor. Picture being in your bedroom at night and hearing your parents shout at each other, followed with muffled cries for help. But no one can help, because no one would understand. How would they? No one knows of the abuse and torment that goes on in that home. No one can see the bruises under the thick layers of makeup. No one can see the pain within the Ford Explorer and the three-story suburban home. She is scared of what people may say, so it remains a secret between her and the two daughters, what goes on in the house stays in the house. Continue Reading