The first time he hit me was with a pillow. We were sitting on the edge of the bed arguing over yet another one of his unjustified accusations. He was questioning where I had been all day and who I was with. I looked down at my work clothes; biting my trembling bottom lip in Read More >
I used to work a 2nd job as a waitress for a local sports bar. He hated it. “Paralegal by day, slut by night”, he used to say. I was often accused of sleeping with the patrons or at the very least, wanting to do so. One night, an older gentleman made a rose for Read More >
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, right? What happens when all of those words are a lie? This picture was taken years ago while I was in the middle of my abusive relationship. Every thing about this picture is “make believe”, starting and ending with that smile. I was battered mentally, emotionally, Read More >