Riding The Misery of My Abusive Marriage
I ride the misery of my abusive marriage through my children’s youngest years in Texas. I focus on being their mother, trying to take my mind off of the horrible relationship I have with my husband.
There are good times, I’m sure, but if I write of them they seem forced and almost imaginary.
Perhaps that is my hindsight and not true sight, but it seems Will’s and my honeymoon periods were short-lived and not powerful at all like some victims experience.
I stayed because I thought I should. I stayed because I couldn’t definitely say what was wrong. If I couldn’t verbalize the problem, I couldn’t solve it and I didn’t see why my children should suffer a broken home because of my sadness.
- April 7 – Spiraling Downward
- May 10 – No More Children
- May 15 – Do As I Say
- August 10 – I Feel Their Past Present Future
- August 11 – Advice From My Guardian Angel
- November 18 – Unburied One Baby
- August 31 – Prayer is the Same
- September 5 – Angel Teaches Personal Boundaries
- October 8 – Noisy Mind
- April 2 – Wife and Mom First
- April 6 – Underlying Anger
- April 8 – Sexual Punishment
- April 9 – No Choice In The Matter
- April 11 – Opals and Roses
- April 18 – Boys And Me