Tag: emotional abuse
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Hartland
It has been years, but feels so close All my kindness Taken for weakness Wrestled from me to preserve you To mold the clay So it would stay Afloat, drifting, Full heart ahead, though missed the boat It was your highway. Your ship. Your steering. Friends and family cheering. No warning. Not a blip. Oh,…
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Dating?
I don’t even like saying that “I dated” someone. Feels so hokey – the whole world of matching up with people. Of searching for that right person. I was not raised on Catholicism or Disney fairytales, yet I feel the societal pressure from movies/how women are portrayed. My parents never told me to wait for…
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That stuff I need to say
It seemed like there was a theme to my blog, right? That’s me wanting to have organization and something to hang together. What I struggle with is there are other things I want to write about, but I am afraid. Afraid of comments, afraid that however I am feeling right now will not be how…
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That moment when. . .
. . .your husband gives you a dish drainer for Christmas. Me: A predictable, immediate obligatory grateful-for-the-gift face, followed by a flash of WTF face, and quickly ending with raised eyebrows and an awkward toothy smile. You: Utter disgust at my reaction. Disgusted that I am not grateful or excited to receive this holiday gift.…
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Then
“Look alive,” he always said. How do I look alive when you make me feel so dead inside? Where did I go? Will I ever know how you slowly took pieces of joy out of me and called them stupid wastes of time and I believed you? It took over ten years, but almost all…
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Taking a Turn
Just a heads up that this blog may not follow a logical flow or hang together. I really want it to, but this desire for uniformity has prevented me from regularly posting. My challenge? I am an editor by trade. The most difficult challenge for an editor is creative writing. I MUST fix those sentence…
Here and There 