Category Archives: Abuse
Some Anniversaries Shouldn’t Be Celebrated
Today is the three year anniversary of the day I woke up to the abuse I had suffered for five years. In total now, I have suffered almost eight years of abuse by Donkey. I will suffer another 15 years of abuse. In 15 years and 3 months, my youngest will be 18 and graduating […]
Eight homes in five years
Weekly Writing Challenge: Map It Out Donkey moved us a lot. There were only two moves that he didn’t initiate (1 to 2, and 3 to 4). We met in May 2005 and I left in August 2010. These are the general locations of where we lived together during our relationship. I haven’t included the numbers for […]
Pills be gone
I filled my prescriptions before I moved. I had thirty days of medicine and ninety days without medical insurance. I drew out a plan. I didn’t consult a physician. Every time I tried to talk to my doctor, he prescribed new pills. There was consideration and thought. I didn’t feel like I really felt good with the […]
The next direction
I have no outline or plan for this space. I have a cause and my story. The flow of the story has gone much like the rapids: fierce breaks in the stream and several directions at once. I have hit the rapids again. In one direction I can bring out the initial custody motion to […]
Shift Your Perspective
“It’s ok if you turn in your résumé.” She said it so softly she wasn’t sure she said it out loud. She sat back in her car aware suddenly of the sheer number of vehicles exiting the interstate. He had asked if he could speak to her. Her heart retreated. He had asked if he […]
He hurt her and was not sorry
Tonight’s Skype was awful. Just awful. Well, expect for the three minutes when my daughter was hula-hooping. She’s been practicing and she’s become very good. Thank you very much. It was fight after whine after fight after fight, complete with tattles, screams, and real tears. My daughter would tackle my son and he’d tell her […]
Sinuous
Knowing words were my weakness, he wrote to me. He wrote not as a writer but as a man reaching out to a woman, a woman he was sure he loved, a woman he was sure was meant to be, a woman he was sure was his. A woman who loved words. He wrote to […]
