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.
A Story of Lies and Manipulation
**The following story is written by a survivor of domestic violence and abuse. Names have been changed to protect all involved.** I’m sharing my story because I was with my abuser for 7 years. Without even knowing he was manipulating me. He was getting mind control over me and destroying...
