Adeus Earl

Antigamente a história deste post parecia mais presente. Garotas jovens que desejavam ver o mundo com seus próprios olhos e se agarravam a qualquer um que as proporcionasse liberdade.

Ainda hoje conheço várias pessoas que tem a história assim, porém a que iremos apresentar é um pouco mais grave. 

Existem muitos "Earl's" pelo mundo, cuidado.

Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends

All through their high school days

Both members of the 4H Club

Both active in the FFA

After graduation Mary Anne went out

lookin' for a bright new world

Wanda looked all around this town

and all she found was Earl

Well, it wasn't two weeks

after she got married that

Wanda started gettin' abused

She put on dark glasses

and long sleeved blouses

And make-up to cover her bruise

Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce

She let the law take it from there

But Earl walked right through that restraining order

And put her in intensive care

Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta

On a red eye midnight flight

She held Wanda's hand and they worked out a plan

And it didn't take them long to decide

That Earl had to die

The cops came by to bring Earl in

They searched the house high and low

Then they tipped their hats

and said "Thank You, ladies, if you hear from him let us know"

Well, the weeks went by and spring turned to summer

And summer faded into fall

And it turns out he was a missing person

who nobody missed at all

So the girls bought some land

and a roadside stand

Out on Highway 109

They sell Tennessee ham

and strawberry jam,

And they don't lose any sleep at night

'Cause Earl had to die

Goodbye Earl

We need a break

Let's go out to the lake, Earl

We'll pack a lunch

And stuff you in the trunk, Earl

Well, is that all right?

Good! Let's go for a ride, Earl.

É claro que matar seu marido e começar vender geléia na estrada não é a solução para seus problemas. Entretanto, muitas mulheres mesmo denunciando o abuso sofrido ou então a tentativa de abuso, muitas vezes acabam morrendo, pois nenhuma providência contra o agressor é tomada. 

Muitas vivem o resto da vida com medo de que ele volte a persegui-la. Elas nunca mais tem uma vida sem medo de andar nas ruas. É triste, porém real.