November was supposed to be my month. I was turning 30 and had plans to go out and have a great night. My birthday fell on Thanksgiving and I was actually excited to go out and celebrate. I was going out with my upstairs neighbor Mikala. We looked great and we were ready to have… Continue reading He Ruined Everything.
After Corey passed my depression went into a downward spiral, I didn't want to eat, I couldn't sleep, and I had no one to talk too. It seemed like September went by in a blur. I wasn't myself and the only person I could confide in was my moms best friend Beth (who I'm pretty… Continue reading The Worst is Yet To Come
Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten. Around the world, at least one in every three women has been beaten, coerced into sex or otherwise abused during her lifetime. Most often, the abuser is a member of her own family. Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more… Continue reading Domestic Violence Statistics.
Victims of sexual assault are 3 times more likely to suffer from depression, 6 times more likely to suffer from PTSD, 13 times more likely to abuse alcohol, 26 times more likely to abuse drugs and 4 times more likely to contemplate suicide. The lifetime rape/attempted rape for women by race is: White women 17.7%,… Continue reading Statistics For Some Of You Who Don’t Understand.
After Maggie left, my entire life started falling apart again. Mike being drunk was an understatement. He was falling all over the place, trying to pee in the kids’ room, and knocking down my damn shower curtain and bar constantly. He lived on vodka and taco bell. As soon as he got home, I would… Continue reading Just When You Think Things Can’t Get Worse
I was given permission to tell this part of the story. I hope he rots in hell.
To everyone who has been reading my blog I pray I help one of you. My sister from Connecticut just came down to take my son out for his birthday. I asked If I could talk to her, see why she hasn't called or asked how I'm doing. Mind you my sisters were my best… Continue reading My Sisters Broke Me Today.
Before I met Mike, I was more worried about work and hanging out with my friends, than meeting my husband. I was 19 and had my own place, as I did since I was 16. In between yes I had moved back and forth between my aunts, moms, and my own place. I struggled with… Continue reading A Backstory Before the Next Post
Mom had moved back in with my aunt, and I had a roommate Steph, She heard the verbal and emotional abuse on a day-to-day basis. He had gotten a really good job, but everyday he would come home already half drunk and at the time I was completely sober. He would scream at me all… Continue reading When You Completely Give Up on Yourself.