I’m Vesta, a mother of 2, woman full of life, laughter and joy. I have a good heart and always want to do what I can to help. I am also a woman hoping to find herself back to being the carefree free spirit who was deeply scared after a 5.5 year relationship with this… Continue reading The note my replacement, and his next supplier should read. Let me introduce myself…
Reading this brought me to tears because I miss myself. I miss who I was. I miss my desire to live. To be outside. To explore. Some days I want to die. Some days I want to be in a fatal accident. Some days I go to sleep not wanting to wake up because it… Continue reading “Normal relationships don’t give people PTSD.”
I’m choosing to be open this drama because I believe it keeps me safe. For now, I'm going to take a break from writing. I have been told that my safety and my children's safety is in danger since my abuser or someone he knows is getting more aggressive with their bullying method. I'm not… Continue reading Not Normal Behavior and it scares me…
Someday soon I’m going to make my medical records public so everyone can see the amount of damage my abuser caused. Someday, everyone will read the hardships he inflicted upon me because I refuse to be shamed for having been abused. My hope for the non profit I am establishing is to bring awareness so… Continue reading What I want to say to those who make us feel shame.
Can't miss kudos, likes, or the praise, but most important, can't miss The MASTER'S TEXT! no no no...:) In the mornings, it ALWAYS accompanied me into the bathroom. Even during my 3 a.m pee break! Gotta have it cause It's the only thing I’m connected to. I'll die if I don't make myself laugh. I have… Continue reading #nomoreshamingtheabused – kinda like that!
My kids, their happiness, safety and security is what brings me joy and peace. I could choose to just drop off and delete this site but I rather explain why I’m taking a break. I started this blog largely to keep the man who physically and emotionally abused me, away. To expose the games he… Continue reading WWMVH & the Price of standing up to Bullies.
Raindrops and birds chirping remind me of mornings we woke together with his nude body wrapped around mine. I loved sleeping next to him and being held all through the night, until morning light. I remember how he pulled me back close to him if I changed positions. On nights like these when my mind… Continue reading It’s Four In The Morning and I want him to get real help…sigh