So, here he is arriving 4 or 5 hours later. I’m dizzy. The bruising is starting. I’m in pain and shock. Likely had a serious concussion and possible TBI. I get introduced to my “new” stepmother. And they want to visit. Like, let’s have coffee and tea and get to know each other. Since I’m already in shock I play hostess because I have no fight in me. Somewhere in the middle of this getting to know you BS my stepmother asks me why I’m not closer to (older half-sister and her mom) or upset about the death of (previous stepmother, recently deceased). Well, neither of them are my mom, I answer. She’s shocked. “Who’s your mom?”I show her a photo.
Let me set the scene… a few hours earlier I had been violently beaten in the head with fists by someone who outweighed me by at least 20 pounds. My dad was on the phone with me when the attack happened and said he’d drive up from about 2 hours away. I think he’s coming to help me so I can go to the emergency room and get checked out since I couldn’t leave my kids home alone.