`casja` [Thread]

When I was little, I used to have dreams about my father coming into a
room with an axe. For years, I had dreams about it. It was really
conflicting for me because my dad was an awesome, amazing dad (SAHD
until I was 5) and I couldn't understand why I was having those dreams.

Seemingly unrelated but completely relevant: Two days before my
grandmother died, she and my mom and I were at our city's downtown
indoor farmer's market. As we were leaving the building, an old woman in
a long, purple dress and shawl grabbed my mother's forearm. I was four
years old and remember it clear as day.

"You must not go back," she said to my grandmother. "You mustn't go back
to him." I remember my grandmother staring silently, calmly, without
responding. She took the woman's hand off her arm and walked away. I
remember the woman screaming "YOU CANNOT GO BACK TO HIM," as my
frightened mother scooped me up and hurried after her. Yeah, two weeks
later, my grandmother's husband (not my grandfather) shot her in the
head. And those axe dreams I'd been having? Turns out that whenever my
grandmother and her husband would stay at her house, my dad would keep
an axe next to the bed because her husband gave him the creeps. One
time, when I screamed from a nightmare or something, he came running in
with said axe, thinking I was in crazy trouble. He didn't tell me the
truth about any of this until I was 15.

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