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Special Treat – From Me!

August 22, 2006

Love Child

Carol Roach

Jackie’s character was as different from mine as was her looks.  She was 5’10” tall, had long red hair and dressed and looked like a love child straight out of the 1960’s, and the famous Haight Ashbury district of San Francisco. Picture us walking down the street, this tall slim hippie lady with me, a short and very fat dark hair with an olive skin tone.  I am sure we were a sight for sore eyes.  We really didn’t have much in common in terms of personalities either.  Jackie was the artsy laissez-faire type of person and I was the down to earth, psychology student that needed to organize and make every second count if I was ever going to make it out of university alive.

Normally Jackie would never have been the type of person who I would be attracted to in terms of someone to create and maintain a meaningful friendship with. It was my dear friend Anita who introduced us. Anita was certain that we would hit it off and in some strange way we did.  I loved Jackie on one level and she irritated me on many others.  Now imagine the three of us walking down the street, Jackie the tall redheaded hippie, Anita the 5’7” fiery chubby Italian girl, and me the short fat Anglo.  I laugh as I look back at the picture forever embedded in my mind.  We could have been cartoon characters – God I miss those days.  They were some of the best days of my life.

Putting aside the differences in character, the three of us were friends, tried and true, and we would do just about anything for each other.  Anita had already told me Jackie’s life story even before I had the chance to meet her.  Jackie and her son Kai (9-years-old) lived alone and had just resettled after surviving an abusive relationship.  The woman’s shelter where she was staying helped find her current apartment for her. Anita was so impressed with this woman who had survived so much, and still continued to battle the odds, raise a child on her own, and pursue a university degree at the same time. At it was for this very reason that she had wanted me to meet Jackie.  She felt we had so much in common.  We were both 15-years-older than Anita, and both single parents going to university to pursue our dream.

Jackie was an open person and it didn’t take her long to confide in me and tell me snippets of her life.  She was always the happy wanderer.  She came from the very small town of Osoyoos, British Columbia but just couldn’t stay put. She wanted to travel and experience the world.  At the age of 19, she decided out of the blue to leave Osoyoos. She moved to Sydney, Australia; sight unseen, with no definite plans and just her dreams to sustain her. She made it though; she forged her own way in life and created her own destiny. 

She met and fell in love with an American man while in her late twenties and followed him back to the states.  Kai was born shortly afterwards. She was 30 years old at that time. The relationship never lasted. Kai’s father was a restless lazy man, who was incapable of keeping down a job and accepting the responsibility of fatherhood.  He was too laissez-faire even for Jackie.  When he abandoned them, Jackie decided to come back to Canada to raise her child.  It was close to 15 years since she lived in her own country.  Instead of going back home to Osoyoos, she decided she wanted to experience the wonder of a big Canadian city – Montreal.

Jackie was not as open to telling me what went on with the abusive partner she finally settled down with here in Montreal, though I suppose she shared more of that information with Anita.  She did tell me that he was very controlling and wanted everything his own way.  He would of course beat her up at the drop of a hat as well.  She did share one story with me though.  She told me that one time they were walking along a country road enjoying the night air.  She was very happy.  She and Kai were walking on the opposite side of the road searching for interesting pebbles and rocks, the type of thing that little boys like to do.  Her boyfriend was irritated and asked her to come over to his side of the road and walk with him.  She told him the more interesting rocks were on the other side and they were just a few feet away from each other anyhow. They could almost reach out and touch each other.  That disobedience on her part caused her a beating when they got home.

Now and then she would say little tidbits about him but not much.  She knew neither Anita nor I were very happy with his behaviour nor would we indulge her when she said she missed him.  About a year later Jackie was in a place where she could finally say she was over him and she had moved on.  We were so happy for her. She was doing so well.  Unfortunately, much to our chagrin, this new Jackie was short-lived as she was about to revert to her old ways.

It seemed that one night she decided to go out and have fun for a change.  She was tired of working so hard at her studies and felt she needed the break. She met someone who had known her and her abusive boyfriend when they were a couple.  Naturally, she inquired about him and was shocked to hear that he had a new girlfriend and had moved on.  Jackie was beyond herself. He had found another girlfriend, he had replaced her and she was yet to find someone else!

She told us all about the meeting and then everything turned around.  Jackie was now talking about how she missed him, still loved him and wanted him back.  I tried to explain to her that this feeling of hers was just a reaction to the news; she did not really love him anymore. She just was not ready to hear that he had another girlfriend and she was now permanently replaced.  She argued it was love.  Both Anita and I told her the worst thing she could possible do was go back to him.  She had gotten out of that situation once alive, who knew if she would be able to get out of it a second time. She insisted she had failed him and that was why he turned to another woman.

Jackie was livid she felt we had betrayed her. We would not listen to her feelings.  How could we call ourselves her friends?  I answered Jackie very sternly, “How could we call ourselves your friends if we didn’t try to stop you.  You are not thinking straight.  This is a dangerous man and you would not only put your own life in jeopardy again but you would put your son’s life in it as well.”

She didn’t understand; she wouldn’t listen.  One night she called me in the middle of the night to tell me she finally did it. She phoned him, and agreed to meet him.  They met at a neutral place and all the feelings were there as if they never left.  She was meant to be with him.  They had a special connection. By now you can guess what I said to her that night.  But I think that I finally had gotten through to her.  Because shortly after that she told me that she met the mutual friend again who said that her ex-boyfriend beat up his new girlfriend and she left him.  Suddenly Jackie remembered this was his pattern.  This was what he did to woman, this was the reason she left in the first place.  It wasn’t because she didn’t love him it was because she was afraid of him.

The hysteria began.  She was afraid to leave her apartment, afraid that he would show up at her door.  Though she claimed she never gave him her phone number or address, she did let slip the area of town she lived in.  She was afraid to go to Concordia for classes. He knew she was taking courses there.  He would come after her.  She was afraid to go to our favourite restaurant with us across the street from the university in case he would come after her there. 

Anita wanted me to change our meeting spot for Jackie’s sake and I refused. I told Anita as a psychology student I could not buy into her hysteria, we had to see her through it, but she had to face her demons.  This man didn’t know where she lived, Concordia had over 2,000 students in it; he did not know what building she studied at or what her hours were.  Furthermore, he did not know we gathered at the restaurant after classes.  We were with her at all times. He would not try anything with two other people accompanying her.  So Jackie finally settled down and let go of the hysteria.  She came back to the restaurant. He had not tried to communicate with her and life went on, or did it?

The end of this story is a very tragic one.  Jackie learned that he started to work as a driver for a small grocery store on the other side of town.  He barely worked there a month when he got into a fight with a 17-year-old store clerk over a case of beer.  He went home after very angry his shift and came back when he knew the young boy would be working.  He entered the store and knifed the boy to death!  The police were called and his was apprehended on the spot.  He is currently serving a life sentence in one of our penitentiaries.

Jackie was devastated.  She blamed herself for being stupid enough to trust this man.  She couldn’t believe that she could find herself loving a cold blooded murderer.  She blamed herself for not alerting the police about his aggressive behaviour.  She blamed herself for the death of that innocent young boy; even though she had no control over his behaviour or any way of knowing he would kill somebody.  She did what all abused women do she took responsibility for the error of this man’s ways; and Anita and I, we did want any friend would do, we supported her and loved her and helped her through the healing process.

After Jackie graduated from Concordia University with her bachelors in Fine Arts, she moved back to British Columbia, not to Osoyoos where her parents still lived, but to Victoria, B.C. We lost contact after that.  I miss her so much. I hope she is doing well.

Carol Roach

winterose@videotron.ca

A Native of Montreal, Quebec, Carol is a graduate of Concordia, and McGill University.  She holds a bachelor in psychology and a Masters in counselling psychology.  Carol Roach is a published writer and newsletter editor.  You can purchase her book: Picking up the Pieces: A Woman's Journey at www.publishamerica.com, or www.amazon.com.  You can also go to your local bookstore and order it there as well.  Be sure to quote the isbn number: 1-4137-1921-X for local purchases:  Carol’s second book: Angels Watching Over is currently looking for a home. Stay tuned for details. 

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