Today I get the new reports from CPS. I am excited that it will all be over with very soon and don’t really read all the fine print. I send a copy to my VWA (Sheriff Department Victim Witness Advocate) and she replies with a HUGE texted email: They released
I live in Monroe County in NYS. Am I sure it actually matters where in this country you live? No, I am not. I have spent most of my life in NYS and all of that time I was with one abuser or another. What I can start with is
This afternoon I had therapy. I had an amazing realization… Yesterday I had court and my ex, John, was in court using the phone. It was an odd situation to say the least but then when he requested our new address and the Judge said he was not inclined to
To The Sperm Donor Who Thinks He’s A Father Found this to be a great read! This has been very similar to my motherhood!
I have g/b twins and they are so amazing! My daughter, the twin, was scheduled for surgery today. She is going to have her tonsils and adenoids removed in 3 weeks. I am happy yet nervous about it. I know she has needed it done becasue she sounds like she
The moment when you find out people are all over watching you for a lying abuser that you are desperately trying to hide from! If I cannot trust the people around me then who do I trust? What are my options? Will I go crazy not being able to share
So the divorce was rescheduled… I really love our judge because I know he isn’t fooled by how my ex, John, trying to present himself. With that said I am emotionally exhausted by this process! Funny note is that a bunch of people keep telling me to just hold out
This was written by me around the year 2001: Sometimes I am hurting because I still can’t understand why exactly you did all of the things that you have done. I know at this point I will never look at you as the man that I thought I once knew.
I was now completely on my own, renting a room from a women in a nearby town. I was still working and starting college when I got home one day and saw a girl and her boyfriend in the kitchen. The women I was renting from had a daughter and
OLD STUFF As part of me starting to move on, become stronger, grow, and let things out to help me forgive I wanted to write my story. In the beginning, there was a man and women who were together as just a fling. My father loved my mother but my