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’m A Survivor of Terrible Violence
By Survivor Jani **The following is written by a survivor of domestic violence and abuse. Names have been changed to protect all involved.** I met my previous partner when I was 18, and he was 27. We got married pretty fast because I got pregnant with our daughter. He was...
