The Year I Left My Abuser
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A Necessary Evil: Pain of Separating from Abuser
I saw Will today. He looks good. Softer. I caught him glance at me sidelong and I wondered what he was thinking. Will gave Marc a bag to put in the trunk of my car. It…
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Domestic Violence Hits Home: I Left Twice
Leaving my abusive marriage happened by surprise, but not unexpectedly. I knew I would leave, but I didn’t have it planned for when it happened.
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Potty Talk with God
I had a little conversation with God when I was on the commode today. God didn’t mind and was glad to hear from me. I asked God to take my worries and promised to be…
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Am I Happy He Is Gone? Things I Was Not Anxious About Today
But I noticed something weird. There is a lot of time to fill when there is no anxiety. Or at least, no anxiety dependent on another person’s actions. Here’s a list of some of the…
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Emergency Money for When You Leave
Speaking of things you can count on, count on your would-be controller to do everything in his/her power to leave you helpless and insecure. The more miserable you are, the more likely you are to…
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The Four Sides to Every Slippery Truth
There are always 3 versions of truth when there is a truth to be told – your version, their version, and the exact record of events imprinted upon the universe. There’s a fourth version of…
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Events of the Day (4 Days Free of Abusive Husband)
Four days after receiving an ex-parte and watching my abusive husband removed from the home, I’m on a rollercoaster of emotions, both sad and relieved.
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Grateful That I Reached Out to All of You
For anyone out there who is in an abusive situation, it is time for you to reach out too. It is time to begin remembering that people love you, really love you. And if you…
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Don’t Tell Me Not to Worry: You Don’t Know Him Like I Do
I doubt it. You don’t know him like I do, so please stop trying to make me pretend that I know him as YOU do. Please, don’t tell me not to worry.
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Ex Parte: He’s Hurt Me for the Last Time
Has it been only one night? Last night, Will was intimidating and verbally harassing me when my anxiety levels went through the roof. Almost directly after writing, “Smack. Smack. Smack.” in reference to the belt…