As most of you know, I have an abusive ex-husband. I struggle daily with forgiveness and love for this individual. In my opinion, he doesn’t deserve it. Pure and simple. If it had just been his horrible treatment of me, maybe I could let it go. It wasn’t. He hurt our children. Not one orContinue reading “Letting Go of Hate”
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Vengeance is not Mine
I could have hit you from behind A slight bump and You would fall You would be angry Maybe get off your motorcycle and come looking For a fight You would see me then Recognition would dawn in your eyes You would feel fear I could take my foot from The brake Run you overContinue reading “Vengeance is not Mine”
Vindication…At Least For Now
I was once a strong 17-year-old woman who was the Concertmaster of her youth symphony. Who walked around with her head held high. Who owned whatever area she was in. I was the one they looked up to. I was the leader. I was the warrior. Then I met David. He was wonderful to me.Continue reading “Vindication…At Least For Now”
Six Word Story #34
Secrets hidden are revealed. Torn apart.
Abused, Abuser, Abuses
Early this morning I was preparing a speech that I plan to give at a meeting of abused women. I have told our story countless times; to doctor’s, therapists, nurses, friends, to my children’s schools. I have pondered the idea of writing down every detail, so that when doctor’s leave or therapists move on, IContinue reading “Abused, Abuser, Abuses”
Trauma
I had a lovely chat with a librarian today. We were discussing many things, but did get around to trauma. How many people have trauma; how no one’s trauma is worse than another’s trauma. It’s all just trauma. No matter what you have been through, I want to make you aware that you are notContinue reading “Trauma”
Losing J. to Find Her
Yesterday I drove over ten hours. It was an exhausting trip. Way up north we traveled, children #’s 2, 3, 4, and I. We were going for child #3. This particular child has had a terribly difficult time lately, but really for most of her life. From the time she was little, her father wasContinue reading “Losing J. to Find Her”