April 18, 2015
Dear Scott Diary,
I don’t know if you know this, but I think about you every day. Every day I feel so lucky to be alive, to be free and to be happy. I don’t think there’s any way I could ever repay you for what you did.
I wish that I could tell you. But we haven’t spoken in so long; I wouldn’t know where to begin. If I could, I would tell you everything. Everything from start to finish. I would thank you a thousand times. It might have seemed like such a small thing to you at the time, but it helped save me. In fact, I doubt that you even remember. It was so long ago; we were just kids. That’s the saddest part somehow. We were just kids….
I could never really tell anyone the whole story. Even after all this time. I just keep it inside. It’s not that I think about it constantly. Most days I am able to forget. I would tell someone, but I don’t know who would want to listen. My husband probably knows the most about what happened, but there are things I can’t tell even him. I don’t think he would understand….
I don’t know what my life would be like if I were still with Kyle. I used to pray every night, “Please God, please don’t let me marry him, please let me find some way to escape.” It never occurred to me to just walk away, always because I was so afraid of hurting him that I never stopped to think about what he was doing to me.
One thing I’ve never figured out is why. Why did he do these things? Why me? Why anyone?
I remember talking about what happened with one of my friends, probably a couple of years after the fact. She didn’t know the whole story, no one does, but she knew enough. She asked me if I thought that maybe Kyle was actually a good guy, and that just in our relationship, in that one time of his life, things got a little bit out of hand. I don’t know if that’s true, and I really don’t want to know. Isn’t it enough that it did get out of hand? Isn’t it enough that this happened to me, that I had to suffer when so many others just looked the other way and never did anything to help me?
If I’m angry with anyone, it is his mother. She knew. She knew, she knew, she knew, she knew, she knew, she knew….SO WHY DIDN’T SHE EVER DO ANYTHING? How could she just stand by and let everything happen? It makes me so angry. I want to cry and scream at her and run away all at the same time.
Oh Scott, I wish I could tell you everything….
Love,
Audrey




