Love Bombing Beautiful letter, isn’t it. It became our tradition. He gave this to me as we laid in bed - he was hungry for me, so I thought, and made love to me, fucked me, had sex with me 7 or 8 times. Tears streamed down my face as I read his words, and… Continue reading Woohoo. You’d fall for this stuff, too. “Sex at my parents house” – shit fit over chicken recipe, love bombing and much much more with the unhinged and company…
In the last few days I feel a sense of calm I haven't experienced in a long long time. I'm not sure it's going to last because that's how trauma works, but I’ll take it because it’s at least moving forward. I’ve been spending more time thinking about what I can to make a change… Continue reading Acceptance
I never thought I thank you for anything, but I am thankful that you have brought to light what gas lighting means because unless you’ve been through it, you can’t imagine what it’s like to have someone tell you what happened didn’t happen -There are many examples to choose from, but if I had to pick I think the one that tops it all has to be when Vince told me in late July that the bruises on my body may not have come from him throwing me against the wall – he said, I could have “bumped into something.” Kinda like…let’s just say creating an alternative reality is generational and a family specialty.
“This was the largest audience to ever witness an inauguration — period — both in person and around the globe.” -Sean Spicer, Press briefing, January 21, 2017
I was lounging around on my couch in the living room that Saturday night, exhausted after a long, strange weekend in the District, where the one-two punch of Donald Trump’s chaotic inauguration followed by the record-breaking Women’s March had brought the city to a point of fatigue and uncertainty. The news was on and I, like a lot of the rest of the country at that time, could not stop watching it.
It was Sean Spicer’s first press briefing, and chills went down my spine as I heart those words. I sat up. For no reason I could explain, my heart was suddenly thudding in my chest and blood was rushing into my head. My eyes laser-focused on the screen as he continued…
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As you read through my posts, you’ll see the ups and downs of one day feeling strong and the next feeling as though everything is unraveling. The days I unravel or when my anger is heightened are days that usually coincide with my Physical Therapy appointments or whenever I get more bad news. I have… Continue reading Underneath the anger…
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Society’s attitude towards domestic and emotional abuse are abhorrent because it assumes the victims had a choice or that we must have done something to have provoked it. Read what Vince’s family and friends say to me and how cruel, horrible and mean they are. It’s not a stretch to say they feel gratification from… Continue reading #AndsoIstayed – “Not everyone gets to see poetic justice served for their abuser. Not everyone gets out alive.”
My public reviews on Yelp, Google and Healthgrades were removed because I was not a patient, therefore my experience wasn't first hand. However, I disagree and believe my experience matters because I was at the receiving end of her diagnosis of me, a person whom she never met or had any dealings with. I'm not… Continue reading Bethany Larson Owner of Counseling Empowerment Center and how she helped my abuser and put me in more danger.
Be careful. He’s charming and good looking and smart and knows all the right things to say in the beginning. He’ll send you pictures of his rides and his bikes and random things that catches his eye telling you he wished you were there to share it with. He will make plans with you for… Continue reading Dear New Supplier or suppliers.
I was telling a friend about how frustrated I am with not being able to seperate my physical injuries from Vince since he caused them. Perhaps I'm not conveying the extent of the damages he caused the night he threw me (his own words) against the wall. It was with such force that my head… Continue reading I have a right to be angry, feel sad and have ups and downs-I was ASSAULTED! Hope new supplier/s reads this.
Is what gets to me every time. Acceptance of the situation as is, is hard to get to. I try every day. I look at the facts and I remember what a monster he is...and then I go to one of my 9 fucking doctors appointments and each time learn how severely he injured me,… Continue reading Ego and sense of righteousness