2018: A Year For Hope (Week 32)

I tried to get my daughter from him (there were now 2 women fighting him). He was so strong, and somehow, I’d ended up on the ground around, holding onto his leg while he held my daughter and my friend held him. I did the only thing I could think to do to make him let go of my daughter … I craned my neck up and I bit ... read more

2018: A Year For Hope (Week 31)

By the time we’d moved to the better school district, the extent of how far I’d fallen and how lost I was spiritually was evident by the chaos I was tolerating in my home and marriage. I was either going to lose my mind, or I needed help. One night while “T” was out with “She”, I finally hit bottom. I remember sprawling out on the floor of our bedroom, nose to carpet with arms extended and ….

2018: A Year For Hope (Week 30)

He controlled me with lies leading up to threats of parental kidnapping. During the final years of our marriage, at least once a week I tuck the kids into bed and watched my husband go out on the town with the live-in Nanny. He says this, but my eyes see that ... or at least I think they do. He says …. read more.

2018: A Year For Hope (Week 29)

That’s when she told my mom about the abuse she had suffered at the hands of my dad as a young girl. That conversation led my mom to talk to my other two sisters, who both told a similar story. Then they asked me…. had dad every approached me sexually? Of course not! (I had the perfect childhood. Remember?)….