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The Breaking Point
There were a few events that led to my moment of awakening. Signs of emotional abuse are easy to ignore or dismiss. A black eye or broken arm can awaken the point of walking away but how do you know when enough is enough after subtle emotional digs, over and over? When is the point where you say enough is enough? We start thinking that something isn’t right, but our minds go straight to only the good times. When we start thinking we are gaining the courage to really look at what is happening, floods of memories pour into us and blind us to the truth. Silent Treatments are Abuse…
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Healing the Past and The Beginning of Number Two
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Abuse and Survival – Open Closets
I have been putting off writing my post about survival. It’s hard digging up past memories. But one of the goals of this blog is to share my experiences and maybe help someone else get one step closer to their own survival. It’s hard to say the word – Abuse. Abuse is abuse! A person doesn’t have to be hit, beaten, shoved or slapped in order to define their relationship as abuse. I was never hit, never beaten. But I do remember once being shoved across the bed during a very heated argument. I rationalized that away. Many Forms There is another form of abuse that is just as debilitating.…
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Surviving Abuse – My Lifeline
To continue the recent post about karate being my lifeline, I need to go back in time slightly. I was on the verge of just beginning the process of surviving abuse. Here’s how my lifeline found me. Sisterhood My Mom was part of a group of women who were spiritual. They not only meditated and searched for the meaning of life, but they were there for each other. It was a sisterhood. During some of my darkest moments, this group of women gathered around me and helped pull me back to reality. I can only describe them as being similar to, but more spiritual than the women in the movie,…
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Out of the Abyss – Losing Myself
When I married my first husband, and father of my two children, life changed. He already had two young boys. So I was instantly a 20 year old stepmother of two. Despite the pleading of my parents to at least wait until after graduation, I quit college at the beginning of my junior year to get married. I convinced myself that my life would be wonderful. My life would consist of creating a happy home with my new husband and his boys. There Were Signs There were signs that things were not good even before the marriage. I missed these. Signs of infidelity, emotional abuse, anger, control issues. We fought…
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