The Encounter Blog interview with Etta Castle Teague HL: It must be nice being a super hero and all. (Laughter) Have you earned an alias yet? ECT: It’s painful actually and I don’t deem myself a sadist. As far as names go, I think your blog is more for the PG-13 audience so I’ll leave those to the imagination. HL: My apologies for being insensitive. I suppose I, we, never consider the wounds that people like you inherit from such sacrifice. That must be the ugliest part of al of this. ECT: Wounds…they leave so many scars. But it is often the very scar tissue that reminds us of the pain that ultimately keeps us bound to the pleasure that is born from it.
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She’d had enough! She’d had enough of the hypocrisy, the lying, their farce of a marriage. Tilly Meek’s had simply had enough of him. It was bad enough having been married young to a drunk all because of one night at 17 on the back of a tractor. They’d gotten themselves pregnant, she and Clive, and found themselves standing before the local Judge in a shotgun wedding, literally. Up until the day he died, her daddy still wanted to blow buckshot through Clive’s hide.
Tilly couldn’t blame him. But she did blame Clive. It didn’t help much that he’d never kept a job worth a darn. They’d lived off of pork and beans, Clive off of the bottle, for the majority of their marriage. It didn’t help their son had drowned when he was only three taking the only bright spot of their miserable life with him. She never forgave Clive for that, she never forgave God, not even when Clive claimed he’d found religion and gotten his heart sober for the Lord some five years ago.
“Yeah right, you did!” Tilly spit out as she scratched another hateful paragraph in her ‘dear john’ letter. The grass was definitely greener on the other side even if that lawn didn’t have another man waiting for her in it. At least it would have peace.