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.
I Will Never Lose Hope for Justice Against A Controlling Abuser
By Survivor Maria **The following is written by a survivor of domestic violence and a violent abuser. Names have been changed to protect all involved.** Breaking My Silence I am writing today to explain my story, to break the silence of silent victims. To encourage others to find their voice....
