You were the biggest storm I’ve ever experienced.
Home for me has never been a place of safety, of calm, of solace and serenity… but I find that in his arms.
I’ve spent so much time trying to do “the right thing” for someone else even when it wasn’t deserved, even when it came at the expense of my comfortability, even when saying “yes” was like giving them carte blanche to continue disrespecting me. And for what?
I want you to know that this feels like some sort of sad freedom to me.
Today, my anxiety decided to get the best out of me. Today, my mind decided to open old wounds, and I am going to let it.
If we are to learn and grow from painful experiences, then we need first to dig in to our own behaviors and be honest about the not so perfect ways we often show up in a relationship.
When the sonographer jubilantly announced the gender of our baby at our 20 week morphology scan, I burst into tears.
If only I hadn’t been traumatized as a child, I would have been able to save myself from you.
A few months from now, you’ll text me. Even though I deleted your number, I’ll know it’s you.
After my assault, I felt lonely, hopeless, and like “damaged goods.”