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We don’t just move on, and stop grieving our loved ones. We grieve, because we love, and love is lasting. What happens is that we learn how to move forward, heartache and all. We learn how to live with the grief. In some cases, we learn to love again. Grief is different for everyone. It’s…
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Imagine watching your loved one cry on such a level that you didn’t even know was possible. Their very soul is falling to pieces in front of your eyes. You helplessly hold them, knowing nothing in this entire world can bring them comfort. Imagine watching your loved one go from being filled with happiness, and…
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Growing up, I wanted to be a variety of things ranging from a boy, ice skater, ballerina, teacher, dragon to a housewife. Through the ever changing list, one always remained. I wanted to be a mom. The older I got, the more intense the desire to have kids became. At one point, I stopped caring…
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Recently, I’ve been accused of being racist, and not a Christian. My crime? Not liking Meghan Markle. I firmly believe that she is fake. She’s a manipulative, lying, conniving woman, that I once thought highly of. For some people, they can’t see past race, so if you don’t like someone who is even remotely black,…
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Yesterday I was so angry with the Sean Combs verdict, that when I wrote my post I left out a major part of why I, and many others, stayed in a long-term abusive relationship. Love bombs. Oftentimes, when E would go off on me, physically or verbally, he would follow it up with the usual…
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I was never sexually attracted to E, something he was aware of because he seemed to be very attracted to me. E needed to remedy that, so that he could feel like I wanted him. His method was to shame me. It started with shaming me for having adult toys. He did such a good…
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Mending my relationships was difficult. I’d been hurting my family for so long, and I had no idea how to tell them why this time was different. I felt ashamed for allowing E to control me, ashamed for the abuse I suffered at his hands, ashamed that I didn’t talk to them, didn’t share with…
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My family, and my husband, M, harbor hurt for me not telling them what was going on. I’m not sure I’ve ever been able to vocalize the reasoning. I’m willing to bet there are others like me out there, and I want you to be able to learn something from me, and not make my…
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He knew where I was. Not only did E know where to find me, he was relentless in his emails. His plan of attack was to fake love for me. He would email me promises of letting me keep my own money. He would find a way to take care of me. I could even…
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Making the overwhelming journey of rebuilding myself a more positive experience was my goal. Instead of hyper focusing on the depressing facts of how little I knew about Marie, I threw a positive spin on it, and tried to make it more about freedom. I finally had the freedom to dress however I wanted, eat…
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