Anne and Joe had never expected to have a daughter that had and abusive husband. There was no plan in place for if and when it ever happened. Looking back now, they would be the first to admit that they probably didn't handle the whole thing very well. It caught them so off guard, but the worst part was the way their daughter had chose to handle it. Nothing but excuses. Justification. Not for why he had been cheating, and now beating her, but for why she should stay with him. Not the reasons you would expect. Not for the child, the commitment. No, she was addicted to the comforts of being a millionaires wife. Plane and simple. She liked her name being at the top of the social roster. She like traveling to Paris once or twice a year. She cared more about her high brow life, than about self respect or self pride. This is what Joe and Anne couldn't get their mind quite wrapped around. They assumed when their daughter came through their front door that summer day, that she was home for shelter, refuge. Anything other than the request that they keep Blair on into the fall school session. They couldn't for the life of them understand how anyone could be that weak, spineless. Lydia seemed to expect her parents to just turn a blind eye to the bruises and consent to what she asked. When they did not give her the response that she was looking for, Lydia stormed out, vowing never to return and to not allow her daughter to ether. Joe and Anne just stood rooted to the floor in silence. Time seemed to move in slow motion as they watched their only child walk out of their life. Pride ran deep in this family. The daughter to proud to ask for the help she needed, the parents to proud to apologize for their harsh reaction.
So, years came and went. No cards. No letters. No communication what so ever until Anne had written her daughter in desperation just 3 weeks before. She new his life was coming to an end and she new this was their last chance. All of their last chance.
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