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Tag Archives: emotional abuse
Milestones
I don’t imagine it is too uncommon to be painfully aware of someone’s absense when life events happen. I know since my children were born, I have a bittersweet melancholy every so often thinking about how my dad would have … Continue reading
View from the chair
“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.” Do you wonder why? Why does she stay? I will tell you what I know. Surely you too have loved someone. Have trusted. … Continue reading
Voices of Sisters
My book is in a state of half doneness as my creativity waxes and wanes. I constantly question my motivation for its existence; abandoning and re-engaging. It is an ugly subject, one that I’d just as soon divest myself from. I’d … Continue reading
The Farm
After Thanksgiving, I went to the farm. It was a cold, but sunny day. It was where it began. Long before we were involved he took me there. I envisioned my visit with trepidation, but felt an almost obsessive need to … Continue reading
Leaving Hope
For a long time I thought being an alcoholic made him mean. Now I see he was mean, and he was an alcoholic. Not all mean people are alcoholics, not all alcoholics are mean. He could be so nice, … Continue reading