The Escape

Genevieve was AMAB. She wasn't married. I don't know how pertinent this story is to the needs of my intended audience, but I'm telling it here.

Prior to my arrival, our mutual millionaire friend had given her money to buy a laptop and helped her secure portable income. 

So if you need a "bug out plan," let me suggest you consider trying to make similar arrangements.

I advised her to arrange a bug out bag with her essentials so she could leave at the drop of a hat.

And the week she got off the drugs they had her on, she managed to get her hands on her birth certificate. And I told her "Time to go. Now or never."

Most people fail at anything resembling a surgical strike because they don't have their priorities straight and they don't leap on it when opportunity presents itself.

They have a list of things they want they are more like nice to haves not must haves. And I had been blogging about the difference between those two things and why my sister supposedly decided at fifteen she was leaving Georgia and still lives there decades later.

I didn't make any such announcements to anyone ever. Not even after the fact.

But unlike my sister, I did leave Georgia at a young age and I've spent relatively little time in Georgia as an adult. Because I wanted to get away from the brother who molested me.

I read some article years ago by a journalist who talked about people who plan to eventually become a writer...after they have enough savings or after they own a house or after this, that and the other. And he said those people almost never get around to it.

He recommended if you want to write, start today. Go someplace dangerous and live cheap while you are young and figure out how to cover the expenses.

That's kind of what I did. My priority was leaving.

For me, that was a must have.

For my sister, that was a nice to have and she NEVER actually left.

So I didn't let Genevieve dither about bullshit. We came up with a list of essentials, including her birth certificate, and when those minimum criteria were in place, I said "Time to go."

And she got out and the last update I saw in public information on the Internet, she had moved to another country, securing her safety from her nutcase parents the best way she reasonably could.