Her Name Was Joyce
Her name was Joyce and I met her when I was 21 and through my now ex-husband. She was older than most of us but still young enough to hang-out. She referred to my ex as her little brother, they were close in that way. When I would go to her house, she would sit with me and open up about life, her life - she said I was easy to talk to and really couldn't tell these things to someone else. One of my ex husband's best friends ended up dating her. I never liked him. He had also dated one of my best friends -there was always something about him I couldn't stand. We didn't get along. Joyce is no longer on this Earth. She died young. In her 30s. It was a painful death and one that shouldn't have happened the way it did with her lingering in a hospital on life support because of the night that best friend of my ex-husband took a car door and repeatedly slammed it on her head. She was killed by intimate partner abuse also known as domestic violence. She was the first pe
