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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 …. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 31)

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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…. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 28)