t’s ironic that just as I start to feel comfortable confronting the ghosts from my past, one of them dies. While he may be physically dead, he is still very much alive in my head. He was my step-dad. I was supposed to be able to trust him. My dad wasn’t in the picture except for 2-4 weeks a year. This person was supposed to show me what being a man was about. Instead he taught me to fear them.
He Was Not “Perfect” for Me
By Survivor Nicole **The following is written by a survivor of domestic violence and abuse. Names have been changed to protect all involved.** It was early November. I had met my boyfriend. Everything was going well it was the so-called “Perfect” love story. During the middle of the month, I...
