Thursday, March 19, 2009

Stranger in my house



I don't understand
You look just like the man
In the picture by our bed
The suspence is pounding and clouding up my head
I'm checkin' your clothes
And you wear the same size shoe
You sleep in his spot
And you're driving his car
But I don't know just who you are

There's a stranger in my house
It took a while to figure out
There's no way you could be who you say you are
You gotta be someone else
Cuz he wouldn't touch me like that
And he wouldn't treat me like you do
He would adore me, he wouldn't ignore me
So I'm convinced there's a stranger in my house

I'm not sure who you are
Don't see your shadow around when you walk
Ain't leavin' no kisses
Goodbye with no words
If these walls could talk
They would have nothing to tell

So what could it be?
Is there someone immitating me?
Could she be taking my place?
Look me in the face
And tell me that I'm wrong
When I say...

There's a stranger in my house
It took a while to figure out
There's no way you could be who you say you are
You gotta be someone else
Cuz he wouldn't touch me like that
And he wouldn't treat me like you do
He would adore me, he wouldn't ignore me
So I'm convinced there's a stranger in my house

Pop quiz
Tell me where we first kissed
Tell me where my spot is
Tell me if I liked it, loved it
Or could it be
That the stranger is me
Have I changed so drastically?
Is it I want more for me?
And you remain the same

There's a stranger in my house
It took a while to figure out
There's no way you could be who you say you are
You gotta be someone else
Cuz he wouldn't touch me like that
And he wouldn't treat me like you do
He would adore me, he wouldn't ignore me
So I'm convinced there's a stranger in my house



Many moons ago,when my bestie and I were still in school,we would listen to club music and dance the shit out of it,in the privacy of our rooms of course.This song was one of those that we frequently listened to (along with such gems as Aqua ~ great taste huh?).But back then we just liked the beat of the song,and even though we sang along like parrots,we never really understood,or tried to understand the meaning of the words.It's only today,with all the news and stories about abuse,that I've realised what this song is really about.

I'm a lucky girl,I've never had to deal with any type of abuse.My dad never so much as lay a hand on any of us,and was the most loving father ever.My brother is so deeply in love with his wife,that I think she's the one wearing the pants in that marriage,and my brother-in-law is like a cuddly teddy bear.No violence or hate anywhere there.But my boyfriends' history is very different.He grew up with a father that abused both him and his mother,even going so far as to hit my boyfriends' mom in the belly while she was pregnant with his little sister.Thank goodness my boyfriends' mom got out of that horrible marriage when JC was 6,and went on to marry an amazing man,who is still making her happy today.But the damage is done.My poor baby still has lots of issues with the abuse he witnessed when he was a little boy,and he tries to be strong about it,but I can see how much it bothers him,still to this day.A lot of people believe being abusive is hereditary,in your genes,but like I told JC,you always have a choice.Only a coward abuses people who are weaker than themselves.Only a coward would hit a four year old boy and break his nose,simply because that boy was trying to stand up for his mom.

But,karma (if you believe in it) can be quite a bitch.JC's father was murdered by highway robbers when JC was 17.His father was a long distance truck driver at the time,when 4 men hijacked his truck,tied him up on a railway,tortured him,and finally shot him to death.I don't wish such a horrible death on anyone,but it makes me wonder.Maybe sometimes things happen for a reason.A really fucked up reason,but a reason none the less.

2 Comments:

Sleepydumpling said...

I come from an abusive family as well. And it is not at all inherited. I couldn't ever imagine myself being violent any more than I could imagine myself joining the army (my father did that too).

Give JC a hug from someone who knows what he's gone through.

ecotorium said...

I think that some people who are abused just simply don't know any different, while other people know what they saw as being wrong and make a pledge to never be that type of person.
I don't believe in a "karma" per se, but shit tends to come back and bite you in the ass. All I know is I've never heard a person regret being nice to someone. You hear about people wish they weren't as mean, but have you ever heard someone say they wished they were a dick to people their whole lives?

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