It’s been said that, “The devil doesn’t come to you with pointed horns and wearing a cape. The devil comes to you as everything you’ve ever wished for.” I first met the woman who would become my abuser when I was working part time at a local pub. I had...
Another trip around the sun is done. As in every year of life, situations have either been a blessing or a lesson. This last year was probably one of the loneliest, self-finding, white knuckling, dice tossing, flight or fight years I've EVER had. The strength it took me to walk...
I met my abuser when I was 19. We had gone to high school together, but I never knew who he was or had ever spoken to him. He added me on Facebook randomly and hit on me with a cheesy pick up line and our friendship began. We eventually...
I wonder if it is normal for a person to be abused and not know what is happening to them? I found the answer to this question after entering a shelter called Harmony House, a refuge for the hurt and maimed who only ask for a safe place. I can't...
I remember the first time he hit me like it was yesterday. I had misplaced a twenty and the blow from his hand across my face is still etched in my mind. You would think that I would have seen the signs but I always thought to myself that it wouldn't...
