I was not at all surprised, but I still felt the hurt. It is his habit to try to destroy Mother’s Day for me, and it has become my practice not to let him. It isn’t easy. Every single Mother’s Day since that first one when I was pregnant with my oldest, he has deliberately […]
Liars lie. Abusers abuse. These things don’t change. My daughter was named after me and her great-grandmother (my grandmother). Donkey told her she was named after two queens. Donkey picked her first name. He did pick a queen’s name. He thought that would make her a strong and powerful women. I can’t imagine why he’d […]
Not writing for a year has done nothing to improve relations or communications between me and Donkey. I’m not surprised. I could have told you that, but now I have 12 months of rancid texts and emails to back me up. Gotta love evidence. I didn’t set out to take such a long break, and […]
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Share and pass along my latest Communities Digital news article: The Pistorius narcissist diagnosis: The experts got it wrong The murder of Reeva Steenkamp and the Pistorius trial has really affected me, and I believe it has affected many, many of us. It all just feels too close to…
In the immediate aftermath of abuse, life feels insurmountable. It feels like driving an out-of-control race car headed toward the wall, like you’re behind the wheel, gripping and steering, but the only end is to crash and burn. It’s accelerated when compassion leans away from the victim towards the victimizer.
What a year, equal parts good and evil, which is an improvement over 2012 which was pretty much hell. In 2013, Donkey didn’t get away with being an asshole about what time the kids and I have together, he hasn’t gotten away with closing this blog, and a woman’s life was saved. In 2013, I […]
“Are you safe?” The question seemed surreal at 2am in December of 2009. My thoughts barely hugged the sanity rails as the cop’s lips moved slowly. My hands were glued to the steering wheel, clammy and cold. My wrists hurt. I shivered under my pink chenille bathrobe and pajamas. Bright flashlight burned my […]
Deliberate Donkey 