Summer love-4

This series details the beginning and how I met him. The first few installments can be found here:


Spokane, Wa. 1982

Patterned tones now escalated to a racket that could no longer be ignored and sluggish fingers batted at the clock that sat on a maple nightstand just beyond my reach. The realization that I had overslept sent me into a panicked rush. There was still plenty of time to make it but it would be close. I jumped into the shower and slathered soap and shampoo everywhere quickly washing off the stench of grease and grime from the night before. Work clothes were pulled over wet arms and legs and a search for the soiled apron that had been washed and dried became my primary focus. Tossing sheets and pillows brought me back to the bedpost where the green apron hung and was then thrown into my bag.  I grabbed car keys, brushed my hair and walked out of the middle door and down the gravel driveway.

The sound of an engine roaring up the dirt road went unnoticed as I backed the car out from between two large trees. Honking from a brown vehicle just behind me prompted slamming on brakes, narrowly missing the front fender. No one ventured up the mile long road that wove and tucked beneath a heavy forest. Only five houses marked the path up to the end where the last home stood. White shingles, numerous decks and three floors stacked one on top of the other all comprised the wood house, topped with a triangular shaped skylight. Aunt Tutu had described it as the crazy house on the hill when she introduced us to this unique and well-hidden home that stood just overlooking her property. She could not imagine a family home that resembled a “bachelor pad” and had watched as it was built just 2 years before. But as we entered it was clear, this was the place and would be for some forty years to come.

The vehicle heaved and came to a loud stop just between my car and a large pine that towered beyond a blue and white speckled sky. It was him, the Middle Eastern man from the weekend before. Final words that day had indicated that he would like to visit and I had given a nod and grin, knowing this most likely meant nothing.  His arms wrapped around my waist and he reminded me that he was a man of his word and always kept his promise.



60 thoughts on “Summer love-4

  1. Abusive men are such charmers, Lynn, and they know just what to do. When I used to counsel families that suffered from domestic abuse, those men could even convince me that they were wonderful husbands and fathers. I knew better because of my training, but they are masters of the trap. I’m so sorry that he set his sights on you and so glad that you found the incredible strength to break free. Sending huge hugs. ❤

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    • Wow that is interesting that you know! Really know. Yes he tricked everyone along the way. My neighbor on the compound told me she was shocked, he was the perfect husband, I the perfect wife, the perfect family. She was speechless until she started thinking and looking back at little things that seemed unimportant!! Thank you for this comment. I fear divorcing because I know his power of persuasion and his charm, he tricks everyone and they seem to believe him.

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      • I certainly understand the fear, Lynn. In most states, divorce doesn’t require a reason or someone to be at fault. It’s purely a choice. At some point, you may want to talk to an attorney. It may be a whole lot easier than you think.

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        • I have talked to two lawyers but worry I will lose the home we share. They cannot guarantee anything and say that any money saved in Saudi would not be considered and even anything here might be split. It’s the only stable place that the kids have had so I hate to even try to divorce. I guess just wait and see? Thanks again Diana xoxo

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  2. “His arms wrapped around my waist and he reminded me that he was a man of his word and always kept his promise.”
    How your life changed from this loving man to a monster!!!

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  3. Thoughtless of you even then, so many warning signs one can only see in hindsight. But nine years of freedom and a healthy happy growing family is something to be proud. And like me, you walked away with all the treasure, an extended family that loves you beyond measure. Belinda

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  4. Lynn, shaking my head! How you were caught in
    his web of persuasive lies. So happy your memories and writing are in the years ago past tense. Your life today happy & peaceful with your loving family! 📚 Christine

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  5. Did he ever tell you that he loved you at first sight? Why do you think he decided to “stalk” you as you indicated in your earlier comment? I’m not saying you had no choice and that it wasn’t you choosing him as much as he chose you, but why do you think he decided to “pick” you?

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    • I think he truly tested me many times over and over. I didn’t see it that way though! Other immature guys I knew were not following me but were actually more normal! He did little things and I gave in although I thought I was being tough. I never saw it that way and did not know about abuse. He used to say he loved me more than anyone could and he was always present until we secretly married at which time he just quit being attentive! I felt I had done something wrong although he was still very kind and calm. So a slow progression for sure! He always said I begged to be with him and so I saw it that way until my kids told me that was absurd. They turned things around for me! Basically I believe he saw I had no confidence in my looks and was an easy target!

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      • Wow. You have your eyes wide open now and you’re in command of yourself. You grew true to your nature as an intelligent and compassionate person. You are now blossoming in every way as you see love and life as it should be led by witnessing your children’s enriched lives.


  6. I read this knowing that there is a good ending/beginning …you know when you start to read a story….and something draws you into reading the last chapter just in case it doesn’t go the way you want it to.


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