Angela Kelsey

Tell the Story

Another Door

Filed in Dating Violence, Domestic Violence, Memoir, Stories, voices :: April 13, 2011

I’m always aware of anniversaries, even before I’m aware that I’m aware.  Dated memories tap, knock, and finally pound until I look up and open the door to them.

I heard the memories knocking as April began, knew in the back of my mind, or maybe actually in all my cells, that the anniversary was coming up, but I was busy in the present, as much as one can be in the present when memoir-revision is always on her desk.

On the night of April 11, 2007, Lee was arrested for hitting me.  He only ever came home again (with approved-third-party supervision) to retrieve his things, bound by a restraining order.

Despite busy-ness, the knocking persists.  What is that sound? It makes me uncomfortable.  How can so many unresolved feelings still lie in wait?

Last Wednesday, I received a request from a woman who wanted me to talk to her women’s group about domestic violence. Her scheduled speaker had cancelled due to a health problem.

Yes, I’ll do it.

I realized later that I had just committed to speak on April 11, four years after I made that 9-1-1 call.

I told the group about the synchronicity.

And the memories keep knocking now–lunch with a longtime friend of Lee’s last Saturday. A a phone call yesterday from another friend of Lee’s who’d moved away. Dreams.

I open the door to the memories, but once it’s open, I can walk through it, too.  I can step into another room.  I can step outside.

The events of April 11, 2007 marked the end of the world as I knew it.

Speaking to a group of 45 women about those events on April 11, 2011 marked the end of the world as I knew it.  Again.

And I feel fine.

How about some R.E.M. to celebrate?