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desperate devotion

If today were the day that he killed you
would you wonder why you stayed?

uphill, both ways

Abuse hurts.
Would you allow an employer, a neighbor, a friend or another family member to berate and batter you the way your abuser does?
You wouldn’t do it with your best friend: “I’m so sorry that I was late for our lunch date. Please don’t hit me this time.”
You wouldn’t pick up [...]

normal

You may not want to face that danger.
You may decide to wish it away,
pretend it doesn’t exist,
but what you may not know
is how close you might be to terminal violence.

belonging

what draws a woman to a man who berates her?
to a person who takes power over her?
what flame is that with such power over us?

get over it!

if there is nothing but love
or hate
in this world

which will you choose?

stay, or go?

If you are abused, there are two things left to you: Staying -or- Leaving.
I thought I was keeping the family together. That it was better for my children to have their father with them. I thought that god wanted it this way.
My two little girls needed their mother, but she was gone. [...]

guerrilla warfare in the happy home

Do you have a beautiful home in a nice suburb? A sky-high condo? Or a third-floor walk-up? The trappings of success will not protect you from domestic violence.
Maybe you think you are simply losing your mind. After all, how could this be happening to you? You have a perfect life. [...]

into the night sky

Today is the first day of the rest of my forever. I will cherish this day, and this night, and be thankful for the days I have had, both good and not so good, and whatever tomorrows will become part of my history.
I am beginning to believe that we are all just learning to [...]

surviving survival

When we were at the shelter almost the first thing I heard was that something like eighty percent of the women would go back to their abusers. I think now I finally understand why. They are afraid of making a new life, of all the changes, but they already know how to function in their old lives.

smoke and mirrors

Our escape wasn’t long after that. We did it together. We walked away one bright sunny morning and went to the shelter instead of their school. My two little girls. They expected me to have the courage to leave. So, I did. We did.