Today’s entire teenage population appears to be one big box of dull crayons and this is why:
We have a long way to go before most victims are able to speak up — and an even longer way to go until many people are ready to hear them.
Almost exactly a year and a half ago I did something that many people do, but most people will never admit to. I had a nose job. I had a rhino-septoplasty to be exact.
As an abuse survivor and the founder of a nonprofit for abused woman, I’m disgusted knowing that women are being told that submission is the way to marital bliss.
Yep, I breastfed my two babies and then another baby who wasn’t mine.
My 6-year-old daughter didn’t wear make-up to school today. She wanted to but I reminded her that she was only six years old and make-up is for when you’re older.
She won’t be partaking in this project in the same way that we did not partake in creating a large cardboard sunflower, a design-our-own board game, or a “cloud photography” assignment.
Here’s the sly thing about emotional psychopaths: they’re very good at not coming across as psychopaths, so good sometimes that it’s tricky to spot when you’re being emotionally abused.
I’m a single mom and you might be shocked to hear that it’s because the father of my children sucks.
Let me tell you something right now: Having a husband that works long hours does not make you “practically a single mom.”