I’m woefully unprepared for our annual camping trip, at times I’m pulled in uncomfortable directions emotionally… depending on what day it is. We camp in MA, same place, same time of year, same site, a handful of acres on top of a peninsula where the North River and Atlantic Ocean meet. Mostly untouched and off … Continue reading Where Would The Addict Husband Hide A Body At A Campsite?
I will bow down the therapy gods, I take my almost bruised ego and say they are more right than wrong with the domestic abuse theory. Sprinkle in a touch of my defiant and maladaptive behaviors from a wonderfully dysfunctional childhood and it’s a match made in heaven. I’ve fought this, but wouldn’t that be … Continue reading You Did What?
Yanking yourself from a cycle of domestic abuse is mindfuckery at its best, it really is. You second guess yourself, you fall back into patterns that have the illusion of good and safe. You can put yourself there or end up there not knowing how the fuck you got there…again…and…again… There is not part of … Continue reading Domestic Abuser & Diversionary Tactics
The criminal justice system in Lancaster, PA and their so called ‘victim advocacy’ is a full on cruel joke, bend over, it’s going to hurt *bad* kind of joke. If your ‘husband’ tries to kill you, the Lancaster DA has his back! Would you like Disney shaped fries with that? Yesterday the Lancaster Court of … Continue reading The Joke of Victim Advocacy Compliments of Lancaster, PA & Disney Princesses
How do you rebuild a life that was literally and figuratively violently altered by someone else’s choices? How do you navigate crippling grief that swooped in and hijacked your life when you are the goat? I don’t have those answers, I’ve been there, done that. I can attest that you don’t really ever rebuild it … Continue reading Does He Remember Why The Goat Was In Danger?
I ‘graduate’ from trauma therapy on Thursday, my last day. She told me I won’t get a cap and gown – I’m ok with that. I feel like I haven’t been able to grasp the momentum I had pre TBI. Having your face broken and truly unable to function without help really highlights how alone … Continue reading I Feel Like I’m Slipping
That is me, when I was married and thought I married a man who would honor vows, who gave me his name. It's my birthday. What did I do? I can tell you he never said happy birthday to me. I sat in front of the court house for I don’t know how long, my … Continue reading Happy Birthday to my Wife