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Staying in Abusive Relationships


  • Sexual Abuse is Sometimes the Nice Way to Say Rape

    Sexual Abuse is Sometimes the Nice Way to Say Rape

    One more thing, I think Will DID know what he was doing. He was sweet right after, but said he didn’t want to feel this way again – what “way” was he talking about? He felt bad which meant he knew what he was doing.

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  • Underlying Anger

    I feel overwhelmed by anger more than guilt, but doesn’t guilt usually follow anger? Maybe…no, I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m so angry.

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  • You’re A Wife and Mom First

    You’re A Wife and Mom First

    I cannot study when Will is here. He acts like a four-year-old, demanding my attention for, excuse me, stupid things. Watch this commercial, let me tell you a joke, where is the toilet paper, and on and on and on. Ridiculous. Eddie gives me more peace to do my work, so I’ll study during the…

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  • Staying In Abusive Marriage

    Staying In Abusive Marriage

    I prayed for our marriage & believed staying in abusive marriages like mine was somehow God’s plan. I thought I was powerful enough to change my husband.

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  • Do As I Say

    Do As I Say

    Abusive husbands want us to be, think, and do everything like they do so they don’t have to worry about what we’re “up to” when we’re apart. They use anger, false love, and many other kinds of manipulation to control us.

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  • No More Children

    No More Children

    Worthless. Poopy. Bad. Careful. Never mind. What is it to fear? In my head or in reality? No more babies. No more pregnancies. Good and Bad. Positive and Negative. Glad and Sad at some times mostly sad. Mad but no one to blame.

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  • PTSD and Depression Keep Me Spiraling Downward

    PTSD and Depression Keep Me Spiraling Downward

    PTSD and depression developed during domestic abuse caused visions of my children dying or dead. Fear of life held me tight, but I didn’t understand why.

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  • I Will Always Be Hopeful

    I Will Always Be Hopeful

    I know God will change me and my actions, but how do I make all this junk okay for our boys in the meantime? [Answer: I could not. I wish I’d left then, in 1998.]

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  • Conversation with Truth, the Hardest Angel to Hear

    I don’t believe I am talking to an angel. There is no peace and comfort here. If this is true, it could be less painful. I will continue to ask God to let me keep my baby.

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  • Questions for God

    And God, why do I feel alone in the world? Why is there such a distance between Will and me? Why doesn’t he want to hang out with his boys? Why am I the only one talking to our boys about you, but he’s the one who insists they be Catholic? Why do we have…

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