Tag Archives: emotional abuse

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 […]

12 months later

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 […]

Thank you

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 […]

Sick House

            “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 […]

I’m a survivor NOT a victim

“I am a survivor of abuse, not a victim. I have gone through hell and come back. I am strong, I am beautiful, I am worthy of true love no matter what you said to me. Anger is weakness and patience is strength. There is a reason for everything. Being patient and allowing time to […]

Light in Vignettes

The sky was the brightest of blues the day I first saw him.  He was walking into the red brick church, clearing the steps two at a time as the sunlight, white in the clear sky, shone on his tall form. “See,” my friend said. “I told you he was cute.” I was home from […]

Abuse is Not Final

A few days ago I took some time to read through the blogs here and was deeply moved by what people have had to go through. More than that, I was very surprised at how familiar all the stories were. I could see a pattern that ran through the different types of abuse (emotional, physical […]

The Eye of the Tiger, Part 3

Chapter 3 – Bargaining A Five Part Series, Part 1, Part 2 I’m not bending tonight But, I’m twisted and turned And broken down But I’m starting to know The sound of something, No one, and yet, Everything. Well if God’s here tonight Are you here tonight? Maybe you could grab me up, Stand me […]