Looking up my Past

 The second time I left him, it was because he picked a fight with my father, while they were in Goleta on their way to Vacation Village in San Diego.  We were at dinner, and the two kids were at home.  Gary made some comments that Sadiq found offensive, and it quickly escalated into a fight outside.  My father tried to get in the middle, and Sadiq hit him in the head.  My father was bleeding, and Sadiq quickly left and got home before I did.  The neighbors were gone, and my father and I argued with Sadiq for a while, but to no avail.  When he left, my father promised to check back in the morning.  Of course, the minute My father left, Sadiq marched me upstairs at knifepoint and raped me.  When My father came in the morning, I’d lost my voice completely, and after some moments, my father told me to pack some things and go with them. I was beyond caring anymore in San Diego  I rested and also went to see a lawyer in San Diego.  He told me I would need to reconcile with Sadiq and leave the first time I had the kids alone.  That is what I did, so I had to sleep with him again a couple of days until Sadiq let me take the oldest to preschool with my younger kid in tow.  I had only my driver’s license and Social Security card in my shoe.  I left everything else.  I stopped to get money from Mary that my father had left, then was on my way.  I stopped in Santa Maria for shoes and some treats, then stayed the night in San Jose.  My dad rented me a Place in San Jose, with a playground and big pool, and My dad took my car to hide.  I was suddenly in limbo, with no last names and no Info about us.  We were obliterated.

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