For years I was doing everything for my ex while I desperately tried to hold him together during the height of his drug addiction. Getting him up for work, getting him in the shower, setting out his clothes, making his breakfast, packing his lunch, and the list just goes on. Every ball he dropped I
Browsing tag: Lessons
The first time I found myself standing in a courtroom was when I was 18 years old. Several months earlier I had broken up with a guy that I had been dating for two years. The break up was bad; so bad in fact that the next morning when the police showed up at my
It was one of those mornings. You mom’s know what I’m talking about, it was one of those mornings. It all started with a banana. I made breakfast for the kids, putting two waffles and a banana on each child’s plate. As I went to hand the Girl Child her plate, she said to me
**Forgive me for the quality of some of these photo’s, I took a lot of them on a disposable camera and since I don’t have a scanner, I literally took a picture of a picture and posted them here.** When I was 15 (16?) my parents sent me on a work camp trip over the
“This is all your fault! I don’t want you to be my mommy anymore! I want a dad and all I have is you! I have no one! I only have you! I don’t have anything everyone else has and this is all your fault!!!” Those words cut me to the core in ways that
My friend looked at me, eyes wide open, unsure if she should applaud my creativity or call social services on me. “Well, what was I going to do?” I said. “I’d rather have her scared than dead.” I was referring to the fact that after several gun related incidents with a few of my daughters
It’s Domestic Violence Awareness Month!!! Let’s pretend for a minute that you guys don’t know me and allow me to take a minute to introduce myself: **************************************************************** I already know what you are thinking, “I don’t need to hear anymore about domestic violence because I already know what it is!!” Trust me, you don’t. Do
The Girl Child’s new window finally went in!! When they were taking it out they showed me the spot where the BB bullet had hit the window. Can you see the big bowed crack? I kept waiting for the glass to fall out because when the wind would blow, the two broken halves would flex
When I was twenty one I had reached a point where I was spending more time in a cast healing from a broken bone, then out of one. Years of dance and running had caused so many overlapping injuries that I kept breaking the same bones and tearing the same tendons over and over again.
To the woman who isn’t yet free, You are someone. I don’t care what he tells you or what he tries to make you believe, you are someone. You aren’t a failure. You aren’t worthless, stupid, a burden, or anything else that he tries to make you believe. You are amazing and he knows it.
Look at me, I’m finally getting around to answering more of the questions you guys posed when I said you could ask me anything you wanted in the comments section of the post “Here’s Your Chance!” I’m going to tackle two questions with one answer today, because I’m savvy like that. I’m also nerdy and
A couple of weeks ago I was going through the small bin that I keep in the back of my crawlspace filled with mementos from my childhood. I was sort of mulling over the few things that I had kept, the few memories that I hold dear from that period in my life. A novelty