The Navy Chance

Maybe Not the Best Idea

I don't know if this is stupidest
thing I ever did, (outside of
marriage) but it has to rank very high.

Maybe if I spent more thought
I'd of figured out something better
then joining the Navy.

However, my life was going to a
cardboard box on the street
so getting into something stable seemed the best idea.

I probably was the worst recruit but I somehow got though basic training because what I'd experienced in Miami, between the cell in the Hotel and the slave factory where I had
worked was actually worse than boot camp.

Here, I had people around me, food was prepared, and there were rules.

It took me six months to feel okay about myself.

Six months to stop crying, to stop feeling I made a mistake, to accepting my life and
looking forward to tomorrow.

It was nine months after I left my husband I made the first hesitant calls to my past.

No One

I called my parents.
They didn't want to talk to me.
They had disowned me the day I got married and the fact the marriage broke up
didn't mean a thing to them.

Okay.
I had 'lost' them the day of my marriage, so they were already a 'write off'.
Nothing to cry about.

My best friend was warmer.
She told me how my husband thought she was hiding me in her basement and
would spend hours watching the house. She had her own cauldron so couldn't
talk long. She should have left her brute a long time ago, but she, unlike me, was
going to leave in a coffin.

I called a few more people, no one really missed me, or seemed interested, so I felt
as if the Navy was the only family I had.

I thought about something I'd heard years ago about not being able to go back;
and I realised it was the truest thing. For there was no back.

It was like I was a spoonful of milk, taken out of a cup.
My space was instantly filled.

Nine months after my escape, I was born.

My family was the Navy.
My address was the Navy.
I was the Navy.
There was nothing else out there.


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landofkirk 4 years ago from Mcminnville, Oregon

You can pick your friends, but your are stuck with your family.


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qeyler 4 years ago Author

That's the truth. What hurts sometimes is that your 'blood' consists of people who you might cross the street to avoid.


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dashingscorpio 4 years ago

It's been said, "Friends are the family you choose."

Thankfully there are more than 7 billion people on this planet! Odds are in your favor there will be lots of people that would love, respect, and appreciate having you in their life.

Having a fresh start in life can be fun and exciting. It all depends on how you look at it. Sometimes relocating is the first step. Best of luck!


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qeyler 4 years ago Author

Thank you very much, but it is a fiction story. Not that the facts areen't true in some cases.

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