2018: A Year For Hope (Week 28)

I married “T” on my 21st birthday just two weeks after my divorce finalized. Red flags started going off almost immediately, but I ignored them. I had to. Acknowledging that I might have made a mistake would have meant that I’d be alone again, that I’d be a failure again. And my battered psyche just couldn’t handle that. I needed him, because I needed to be needed and he made me feel needed....

2018: A Year For Hope (Week 27)

In this next part of my story .... well, there is a lot about it that I am ashamed of. Ashamed of my behavior, ashamed of what I let happen to me, and of what I let happen to those that I love. And I wonder what will be the consequence....

2018: A Year For Hope (Week 26)

Marriage was supposed to fix everything, it was supposed to mean forever and always. And yet there I was, 20 years old and so completely unloved and unwanted that my husband watched me move out without doing a single thing to stop me. It was absolutely devastating and was the perfect set-up for ...

2018: A Year For Hope (Week 25)

It took me a long time to get to this place of understanding, but I now know that the people who inflicted the most pain on my young soul were each dealing with their own family histories and experiences as best they could. The truth is, ....