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>There wasn't going to be another chance for this moment.
>The time had come and you must act quickly.
>Any distraction or deviation from your plan would fail.
>Everything had to be concise, planned, and calculated.
>You didn't want anything to display a difference in behavior.
>It was hard playing the role of the husband for a woman that you rightfully feared over the last ten years.
>Forcing smiles, making false declarations of love, and reminding your children that you loved their mother.
>You had enough of lying.
>You had enough of the torture, mentally and spiritually, within yourself.
>Behind the white picket fences, the dinner parties, and the important church meetings were lies and deceit.
>You were in prison, metaphorically and literally.
>Sleepy told You that she was leaving town for a few hours on an important errand.
>She would return in the evening.
>She wanted dinner ready, the children in bed, and him to be ready for their nightly lovemaking upon her return.
>The demands, the reprimands of a devoted, controlling wife. Hidden within the crest of her smile lay a devil.
>When she closed her door, You made his move.
>The children were at school.
>You had already packed their bags ahead of time, leaving you with less worry.
>You couldn't imagine the feelings of your pride and joy, John and Jane, could feel about their departure from their mother.
>You didn't like it, but it had to be done.
>Those kids were of growing age and the fact that they were watching their mother pursuing acts of evil became the detriment to your anguish. You, no longer, can accept the possible future for your children may face.
>The model of "do as I say, not as I do," controlling every move of yours was distasteful; especially if you were in the company of a woman.
>Ten years was enough.
>The stress was swelling in your brain, knowing in a few moments, freedom was behind the doors.
>Not just going to the store and picking up items. Not just picking up her dry cleaning.
>Not just going on gun ranges and forcefully smiling or ending up dealing with it in the basement when they get home.
>Not binding and confining you in a crawl space when you spoke in favor of Common Sense Gun Control.
>Through it all, she always had a smile.
>"My dearest anon, you are yet to be broken. Don't worry, honey. I am going to show and prove my love to the point where you pronounce the beginning of my mine, there is a tingling feeling to it."
>You packed light.
>Didn't need anything that reminded you of your past with her.
>A few days of clothes, a few hundred dollars from her allowance to you, a passport (just in case), and the passenger train tickets to take them to parts unknown.
>You picked the place at random one day while on an errand for Sleepy.
>You knew it was ten hours away and it was enough time to find further plans.
>It wasn't the smartest, but it was random.
>Once you were certain you were far away from the purple-haired devil, then you could find a permanent solution.
>At least there was a hotel waiting for you and your children.
>You made small backpacks for your children with a few of their toys.
>You also reminded yourself to discard your old phone with the GPS tracking chip.
>Earlier in the morning, You had called the school to tell them that you would be checking out your children.
>Once you had your children, then you were ready to set forth.
>A strong surge hit your heart.
>Knowing that you were a few hours from freedom.
>Instead of taking the train to your children's elementary school, you took a taxicab.
>You had made arrangements with the cab driver to pick you up, get your children, and take them to the train station.
>The taxi driver was on-time.
>"Sound like you're in a hurry," said the taxi driver as he displayed his toothy grin. You weren't in the mood for small talk
>Every second counted.
>"Take me to this address." You gave the driver the slip of paper
>"And please, sir, step on it."
>The driver clicked his tongue.
>"Onward to freedom!"
