A young woman was hit by a vehicle and died on the local highway a few nights ago. I knew her, but last saw her about a decade ago.
She was a feisty, smart girl who I met through an after-school program for those with low-incomes, and many came from abusive families.
She was no exception and an ex-friend of mine took her in as a foster child to help her escape from physical and sexual abuse.
She was 8, and her abuse began earlier.
The husband of my ex-friend began abusing her within a few months of her getting refuge at their house and is something I will never forgive.
I’m no longer friends with his wife because she chose him over the girl – effectively letting her know that she didn’t matter, and what happened to her was sad, but not enough to leave the abusive asshole.
I don’t know why that girl/young woman got out of the car she was traveling in on the highway and go into the travel lane trying to flag down a vehicle.
Was she high? Was she in a fight with the driver?
What I do know is that she was a trauma survivor with high-risk behavior. I understand the pattern too well.
I can be glad for her that it’s over. She doesn’t have to be here anymore – her life a string of suffering and self-loathing, because it was already clear she wasn’t ‘pulling herself up by those (non-existent) boot straps’. Those meant to protect her failed, and those she met who said they wanted to help her only endangered her further.
I am sorry, Nyka. I’m sorry you didn’t get what you needed. I hope you’re in peace if there’s an afterlife.
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