The Killing Moon

A snap of cold air and chirping crickets mark an abrupt end to summer and invite a brilliant moon. As it rises through the trees, cresting the treetops, a feeling wells within me. Though I fight it, refusing to participate, the moon becomes a riptide pulling me into an impossible current as I am once again experiencing the events before the shooting as a scene replayed.

Neither reasoning nor logic provides a clear path to break out. What were intermittent remnants of sadness are now reversed to intermittent remnants of sanity, and the stress of the weeks leading up to that day swallows me. Waves of panic wash over me, reminders of his relentless emotional pounding as I struggled to keep the shore in sight that I was leaving that week to keep from drowning there with him. His threats, assault, isolation of me and attempts to alienate my family and friends, insistence I was his, his stalking…were replaced by a calmness. My fear escalated to foreboding.

I try to stay present and not give in to the feelings. I escaped death. I am here now. I am free now. I won. I have claimed my life and claimed happiness. Still, I am haunted by more than just the memories and trauma. I cannot deny the disturbing knowledge that I loved him.

I hated how he treated me, how he behaved, who he was with me and that loving him became synonymous with fear. The fact remains that I loved someone who, in our last moment together, left me with his final cruelty when he made me choose between him, my children, and my own survival.  I wish I could boldly say I stopped loving him that very day, but it has been a long process to mourn, untangle, and finally deprogram.

I join you in failing to comprehend how I could love someone who not only meant to harm me, he negated any guise of affection for his children by his attempt to leave them motherless, using them as pawns in his deadly game. My pain is perhaps greatest for my children as they struggle in their own ways with behaviors and risk taking that lies in stark contrast to those hopes I have for them. I am no longer singing lullabies, holding them tight as we rocked to Goodnight Moon, dreaming dreams of their futures. My loving hold has been pried loose by an event wedged between us; intended to tear us apart, to destroy each one of us, yet we remain, the three of us a family.

I keep sweeping; sweeping  away the debris, the dirt, desperate to find where innocence goes when it is lost, knowing it is not reclaimable but trying still to clear a path to it for my children.

Though the cost of freedom was high, I would not turn back. La liberté à tout prix. La liberté à tout prix.



About Lisette d. Johnson

Murder-Suicide Survivor, Mom, Writer, Speaker, Serial Volunteer in the Intimate Partner Violence and Sexual Assault Arena, Entrepreneur, &amp Friend. I survived, my kids survived, and I am here to tell the story.
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3 Responses to The Killing Moon

  1. Mia says:

    Dear Lisette,
    I am grateful for your honesty and kindness in sharing your story. I spent this weekend reading your website, and you are helping me (and many others I am certain). I am in the midst of divorcing an abusive man (like your experience, primarily verbal, emotional and psychological, and progressed to physical intimidation and financial abuse before he threatened to kill me) who is fighting me for custody, despite my teenager refusing to visit him. The continuing entitlement he exudes and his recent loss of his job have spiked my fears and you have led me to new information and resources. Thank you and continue your healing. God bless you and your children.

    • dvvictor says:

      Thank you for sharing your story. I’m glad you are aware and availing yourself to resources. We so often, perhaps just to cope and have a breather, minimize the potential of threats. Trust your gut. Be safe and God bless you and your child as well. l.

  2. Dar says:

    Hi Lisette,

    I just finished reading your testimony on the Huffington Post. Thank you for sharing your story. One of my many fears for my children (ages 10 and 7 right now) is to be in an abusive/stalking relationship! I pray against that and will try to educate them….

    Speaking of children, after I read at the end of your article about how your children have or still are being affected by this trauma (and who wouldn’t be?!), I was wondering if you have heard of Victor Marx and heard his testimony about his childhood, and the ministry he has now to youth? I’m wondering if this might be something your children and you might be interested in?

    Here’s the link to his website:

    While he does reach out to incarcerated youth, I think his testimony is a very powerful and hopeful one for all youth (and people who have suffered from abusive relationships).

    Anyway, just wanted to share this in case it’s helpful to you/your family, or others in your circle of influence….

    I know that God is continuing to work things out for your good, and for your children’s good. Praying for their continued protection and healing…. 🙂

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