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Domestic Violence Problems


  • Crisis Writing

    Remember to Write the Good Things Too Not too long ago, I was talking to my sister about how I tend to reach out to other people when I’m embroiled in an emotional crisis, but…

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  • Entitled Men – Why Might Some Men Abuse the Ones They Love?

    Entitled men are those who believe they deserve respect from others because they’re male. Entitled men have no excuse to be abusive, but this could be a reason why they choose to control women, children…

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  • Just Like I Thought: I am a woman who…

    My mother asked me to complete this sentence: “I am a woman who…”. And I am having a horrible time with it. I realize the exercise is to help me define myself, and I am…

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  • I Just Don’t Trust Him

    Maybe I’m being too cynical. Maybe he really does want to improve our communication; maybe he really does want to fix “our” problem. Maybe I really should just “get over” my trust issues and let…

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  • On Hold For Military Investigation

    Right now, we’re in the middle of a military investigation about domestic violence. It couldn’t have come at a worse time, but is the result of the report I made back in December 2008. Why…

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  • No Food

    “I didn’t eat all day.” He said. “Why not?” I asked him. “Because no one told me there was any food ready.”

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  • Mountains From Molehills

    When my husband tells me I am making mountains out of molehills, it means HE is the one doing it. HE is the one insisting on picking things apart. UGH!

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  • I Respect Him Less

    It made me wonder why Marc would react so respectfully when his dad used harsh language, but so “teenager-ish” and disrespectfully when I did it the other night. Specifically, when I “commanded” his respect during…

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  • Hurting the Boy And Blaming Me

    Then Will hit Eddie’s arm hard & said, “BOY go get in your OWN damn bed!” Eddie got up in the dark, made his way to the door quietly crying & left.

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  • Gnawing Hurt-My Reality Counts For Something. Right?

    Gnawing Hurt-My Reality Counts For Something. Right?

    My reality counts for something. Right? It was agony. Maybe it was agony because I was hurting ALONE. Just like now, I alone hurt for this marriage, for my husband, for my children, and for…

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