The drama of control extended to every area of my life, every particle of my being. My critical mind was gone, battered into submission. The violence and hatred had taken its toll over the years.
Posts tagged tears
I know. He hits you where it will not show. You cover up with long sleeves. He is so very, terribly sorry, when he hurts you. You forgive him.
My best advice? Have the number of a shelter memorized. Do away with anything that he can use to track you down or hurt your family. Take as little as possible. Escape is just that. It is not a vacation.
Pain has been my constant companion
for may days and nights
and long ago
and years to go from now
if that be so
I am overwhelmed with the beauty of so many flowers and trees. And I am grateful for my life.
I am so glad I didn’t let an abuser convince me that it wasn’t worth living.