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 Never Thought I Would Be Free From DV
**The following is written by a survivor of domestic violence (DV) and abuse. Names have been changed to protect all involved.** By Survivor Chloe I was 15 when I got into my DV relationship. Just 15 years old. Love Bombing I always thought “It wont happen to me” until it...