Almost

I couldn't stand to be in that room one more minute.  I felt nothing but hate and frustration. Every time he tried to talk to me, I sneered.  He put up with it because he thought he deserved it.  That just pissed me off more  because I was providing him with absolution.  Thank God he fell asleep fast and I left the minute he did.  I don't know what time it was.

We were in New London and there was a place the train went past this rock wall.  I stood in a niche and the trains were so close I could touch them if I wanted.  I remember thinking it was like those statues in church in their niches.  Maybe I was tempted.  I didn't feel suicidal or scared. I didn't feel anything.  After a while I hunkered down and when the sky got light I went back to the room because I knew he'd be gone to the shipyard.  I remember every stitch of clothing I had on, but a few days later, I went looking for the place and couldn't find it.  I didn't know where I was.  In so many ways.