Christmas 1994. We were living in Indio, Ca. Not much to say about the hot little desert town that we were forced to uproot and move to. It seems odd, that even in the midst of extreme DV, I was grateful I did not have to move as I lived in the same house for … Continue reading Dolls from a Different Mother
We were living in an apartment. I had moved my childhood furniture there as we hardly had anything. It was a weekend morning and I was still in bed. I could hear him mumbling but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. As I began to sit up I realized he was sitting on … Continue reading The Mirror and the Mayhem
Eleven years ago today, my Dad passed away. And although he had been ill; in and out of the hospital for many years, I fully expected him to recover and go home, as all the times before. But this time was different. A couple of months prior, unbeknownst to me, he had checked himself into … Continue reading Gone but not Forgotten…4/23/19
This is an excerpt from my memoir I'm currently working on...Keep in mind, this was prior to marrying the ex. I had discovered he was living in his car so I invited him to stay with me. Mistake #1. One day, while I was at work, my ex decided he would go through my things; … Continue reading That Ah Ha Moment resulted in Oh No, but it took way too many years!
My goal was to share bits and pieces from my memoir about my life as a wife, mother and victim of DV however, I have spent the last nine days thinking that I'd rather take you on a journey of a kinder and gentler type. I met my current husband during a time of extreme … Continue reading Is There Such a Thing as Happily Ever After?
My first ex went on to marry the woman he had an affair with and I, well, I walked right back into a lions’ den. Only this time, there were no drugs or alcohol to try and excuse the abusive behaviors. However, there were excuses. Ridiculous and lame as they were, they existed and were … Continue reading Religiously Duped
As I reflect back to the early days, after moving out of my childhood home, I know I made my decisions based on what I grew up with, what I knew, and what I thought I deserved. In November of 1983, I married my high school boyfriend. Mostly due to the urging of his parents … Continue reading From the Frying Pan to the Fire
I was raised in a house riddled with domestic violence. I don't know how my parents met and oddly I do not have any pictures of them together. My mother had two toddlers when they met. They married in May 1965 and I was born in December 1964. I've often wondered if she entrapped him … Continue reading In The Beginning…
Dysfunction is a word hardly enough to describe the household that I grew up in. I was born to two people; one who hated me and one who absolutely adored me and both of them were monsters.