I am "lucky to be walking and talking" are words my neurologist said to me today. Words I am still wrapping my head around. Facts backed by medical professionals, and the constant tests show the force he used to throw me against the wall was so hard that I should be lucky to be walking… Continue reading He almost killed me
This is how I was manipulated, over and over and over again. The books are meaningless horse feces. Let the next supplier see the feces that pours out of his mouth. There was nothing sacred or special about us or our relationship. This is what he said to my face and completely different things… Continue reading “Sex in my parent’s house” 2012-2013 letter-I AM THE LUCKY ONE!!!!
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…
This evil monster was driving me to the brinks of suicide going as far as telling me to kill myself. If I sit with the sadness I have to face having been conned. I have to face that in emotionally and intellectually raped because I would have never ever met this vermin had I known… Continue reading He raped my soul, physically maimed and emotionally gutted me, and said to kill myself to put him “out of his misery.”
This site began as my way to stop the man I was with for 5.5 years to leave me alone. I thought only if I could expose the games he plays underneath the facade, I will be able to heal in peace. That's not how it worked out because the more I exposed him… Continue reading My Story.
I’m writing this because he violently assaulted me by throwing/slamming me into a wall that resulted in severe damages I am still suffering from. I’m not a jilted lover nor unstable. I’m a survivor of 5.5 years of emotional abuse and a single episode of a violent attack. Threats and throwing things were a norm.… Continue reading Our First Date: Dinner. Second Date: Theater. Yours?
Would have been so much simpler had he just deleted the damn playlist, but no. He was jonesing for me so he had to change the title of the private playlist that I had to call Spotify for to get off my page and make it public because he knows I'm looking. WTF! What is… Continue reading He won’t leave me alone.