Three women connected by one controlling, domineering man. Whose verbal abuse and control he justified for decades as far back as the 1980s, stated often “Well it’s not like i physically abused you!.” Shameless and nasty, he tried to have his way with all three women Calling them disparaging names and putdowns that felt like razor sharp knives ripping through their flesh and hitting their nerves; when they their mind, expressed their own styles or even wore a lipstick that was too red or a dress that was too short, to church on Sundays which he required them to do deep in the Bible belt, standing obediently by his side. But once expressing their own wants and needs, in a world outside of his where they worked, painted, and traveled forgoing having children, he became cruel to the point of drawing tears. Once they realized they weren’t the problem but he was, their tears dried and the women decided that is the day he can’t hurt me anymore, because he’s like this with everyone who doesn’t march in his lead. The women then spread their wings and flew free. Now standing along the shoreline of the Hudson River far north from the deep South, his volatile hate is hundreds of miles away. They stand together and look around. All three women, who never met, are connected by their pasts, now join together in their newfound freedom.
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