Granted, it's been a long time since I've been asked, but I absolutely hate when someone would ask me why I stayed with my abuser for so long. It makes me cringe thinking about all the times someone has asked me why I didn't leave after the first time. The sad truth of the matter… Continue reading You know what…?
Writing prompt: This is week 14 of writing for all involved. Write a post about the week. She was fourteen weeks pregnant when she finally accepted the fact that her ex was nothing but a disappointment, a dispicable human being who had no decency left in him. And it hurt her like hell to realize… Continue reading 14 Weeks
They no longer walked in harmony. He thought left, she went right. He looked up, she closed her eyes. One said yes, the other said no. It was as if within the span of a day they turned opposite ways. That happens in life, I guess. Sometimes people just grow apart. They no longer danced,… Continue reading Blind
She still had no idea what she was getting herself into but in this moment she didn't care. Sitting in his lap in front of the fire pit, his fingers tracing circles on his thighs, she was content. I mean really, it was just his attention that she wanted in this moment. Nothing more. Or… Continue reading Lead the way
I deeply and truly need to express my gratitude to idealize blog for awarding me with The Phoenix Award, without knowing that the Phoenix itself holds such a soft close space in my heart. The post chosen for this award is perfect for this time of my life since I've been feeling oh so weak and… Continue reading The Phoenix Award
I keep having minutes where I miss him. I know it's a normal part of the steps to being a survivor of domestic violence, but I don't like it. I get sad for a minute or two sometimes throughout the day, but I think I've discovered the way to get over that. I have to… Continue reading Taking it Day by Day
He was an avid painter since childhood. With a paintbrush he could turn an ordinary landscape into something from a dream. Landscapes weren't his specialty. No. He was magnificent at painting the curves of the woman in the balcony next to his home. Wish lush strokes he would wait on the dunes for her to… Continue reading The Painter and His Muse.