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Author Tells Her Story of Being Married Five Times in "Woman at the
Well...Get Past the Pain"
Fayetteville, NC (BlackNews.com) - In her new inspirational,
life-changing novel, TK Jordan tells her true story about being
married 5 times by the age of 34.
Jordan stands as a bold witness that no matter what you've been
through, you can get past the pain. Her book is entitled "Woman at
the Well...Get Past the Pain" and it is destined to change your
life! .
Here's an excerpt:
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can't exactly remember what age I was when I started planning my
escape. I mean its not like at age 10 I could write out an escape
route. But somewhere in my mind I was waiting for an opportunity to
get out of that house. My mother is dead, she died when I was
fifteen and at the time I couldn't think of a better place for her.
My mother suffered through years of physical abuse. She used to be a
Christian, until my father tried to beat it out of her, then one day
she just gave up. The beatings always seemed to happen late at night
and usually in the kitchen. I guess this is as far as my mother
could run from the bedroom before hed catch her. Hed always catch
her. I could hear it all from my bedroom.
Who could sleep through slaps across the face so loud it sounded
like symbols clanging together? Who could sleep through furniture
being knocked over, the sound bouncing off the wall like thunder?
Who could sleep through piercing screams? As I'd lay there in my bed
waiting for the time to come for me to go in the kitchen, pick my
mother up off the floor and wipe the blood from her face, I'd always
wonder if shed still be breathing when I got there. Quiet. Did he
stab her this time? Did he shoot her? Quiet. Is he still there? I
can't hear them fighting anymore. I have to wait for the sound of
him slamming the door. Pow! There it is.
Now I rush out of bed and run to my mothers side. If I go too
soon and get in the way hell just beat me too. Its dark in here.
SSShhh. Where is she? Oh God I'm scared. What if shes dead? Will he
kill us too? Wait, I see her. Oh my God - she looks like a rag doll,
like a crumpled rag doll, laying on the floor in the fetal position.
My thirty plus year old mother looks like a dead baby. I see
blood. God I'm scared. Wait. I hear a faint whimper. Thank you God,
he didn't kill her this time. I slowly approach my mother. I kneel
down beside her and extend my hand to her. I love her. We've
switched roles now, at 10 years old I've become the mother and she
is the broken, battered child. I lead her to the couch and I sit
down first so that she can lay her head in my lap. I stroke her
hair. I tell her that its o.k. I wipe the blood from her face as she
cries. We both cry. My mother cries because she has been beaten yet
again, because she is damaged and hurt. Me, I cried then also but
what I did not know is that I wasn't only crying for my present, I
was crying tears for my future as well. I was crying for all the
damage that all of these episodes had done to my spirit. Damage done
to the spirit of a ten-year-old that would soon grow into a woman, a
very damaged woman.
You see, as I sat there time and time again, cleaning up the
blood from my mothers face, or trying to convince him not to beat my
mother, or me, or my baby sister, I guess I took a silent oath. Not
out loud but in my spirit. No man would hurt me like that! My mother
lived unhappy and she died unhappy. When she could no longer take
the beatings she began to drink to ease the pain. The drinking never
eased her pain. Alcohol could not erase the pain that she felt, for
a broken spirit who can bear? So she drank until her body ceased to
breathe, until her heart ceased to pump. Yet searching for a relief
that only Jesus Christ could give her...
For more information about TK Jordan or to order the book, visit:
www.tkjordan.net
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