When I write, it can often feel that my life is and has been all consumed by SK

It’s not. It was slow going and lots of work, coupled with even more work 😉  I tell bits and pieces of the story as a modality to give it less power over the shame and secrecy that is all too often the bastard child of domestic violence. Today during therapy, my therapist told me Continue reading When I write, it can often feel that my life is and has been all consumed by SK

The Voice of My Daughter | Don’t Fuck With My Family, We Are Stronger Than You Know

SK sent out this mass message on FB messenger.  He seemed to have handpicked those to share his vile orchestration of “truth”.  He spoke about my children as though he has had any meaningful relationship, influence or presence in their life.  It wasn’t a public message, those were all just highlighting his instability and crazy Continue reading The Voice of My Daughter | Don’t Fuck With My Family, We Are Stronger Than You Know

Irony

SK showed up again in my life early March.  In fact, I came home to him in my living room.  Unannounced, uninvited, just showed up after not living here for a year and a half.  I mean literally too, I came home and he had let himself in as though all was right with the Continue reading Irony

Friday.

I’ll admit that today I am struggling, I would ponder that notion that because I am a human capable of a range of emotions… disgust, disdain, anger, compassion… Hate would be a very comfortable place to cozy on up to.   I’m supposed to work on sitting with a feeling and not burying under a stoic Continue reading Friday.