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Broken, hopeless, and even more angry than I had ever been, I moved back to my home state. I bought a small house that I had no desire to live in for long. God had taken so much from me, and I was determined not to stay on this earth for much longer. While I…
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This post comes with a Trigger Warning. Part 6 is about being drugged and raped. This may be a long post, because I can’t split this one up. It’s too difficult to write about. After my husband died, a part of me went with him. I had an opportunity to leave the state and move…
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When I was a young teenager, I met my first husband. He was not much older than me. He was a light to my dark thoughts, and feelings. I had so much love for him, and I knew he loved me just as much. He never once took advantage of me. He was the first…
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In the midst of the sexual abuse I battled other things, as well. Body dysmorphia was one. I still battle with it. I remember getting my first tattoo, and it was the first time I looked in the mirror and smiled. More tattoos followed, and they give me something to smile about to this day.…
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Let’s go back a little, so you know what happened to me that created so much hatred and anger towards God. My whole story helps tell the story of how I built an intimate relationship with Him, and how I came to know Him so well. Maybe you’ll see yourself here. I hope you don’t.…
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I felt God wrap me up in His warm embrace. I wasn’t alone, and for the first time in far too long, I felt safe. Even with E next to me. God was with me. He did love me. He felt my agony, the fear, the loneliness. God gave me exactly what I needed. He…
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Hate and resentment. That’s what I felt towards God for the longest time. I just couldn’t comprehend how a loving God could allow a child to be sexually abused. How could He allow that same child to be sexually abused, and sexually assaulted by so many people for so many years? How could a loving…
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One day, someone may be bored and look back on all of my posts, and comments, both here and on X. There will be a discrepancy. I have mentioned not knowing my ancestry, and also having some African ancestry, and maybe some others. Here’s why both are true. I am adopted, and in my adoption…
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What do you look for in a woman? Are you looking for looks? Character? Are you willing to settle? Here’s what you should be looking for. Get yourself a woman who puts God first. Above herself, and above even you. He is the Creator of everything, and belongs in our #1 spot. When He is…
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If you’re anything like me, you associate PTSD with our military. Those brave men and women who witness things we can never imagine. They keep us safe, they sacrifice their lives for ours. It makes sense that they would come home with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Then I received that diagnosis. I was horrified, and…
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