I just saw a video on Tik Tok of a woman eating food from Sonic and it took me back to the one and only time I’ve had Sonic in my life, and that was with my abuser. He had been over at my apartment in the middle of the day, as usual. When itContinue reading “Flashbacks + Memories”
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When the victim blaming comments don’t impact me
I was checking my filtered comments on Tik Tok this morning and saw somebody commented that I “ate Mexican food while he killed Kirby” and therefore get no sympathy from this person because I put my boyfriend before my dog. And to that, I say: yes, I ate Mexican food that day. I’m incredibly proudContinue reading “When the victim blaming comments don’t impact me”
I had an order of protection against my abuser and I contacted him
1 year ago today, on July 4. Days after escaping him. I contacted him. Let me tell you why. First of all, he had been violating the order of protection. He was served and told the sheriff, “oh yeah I’m done with that, I’ll never see her again.” And the next morning he texted meContinue reading “I had an order of protection against my abuser and I contacted him”
1 Year Ago Today, I Escaped
At 5:00 o’clock in the afternoon on Thursday, June 25, 2020, I escaped from my abuser. He had no idea. I had been planning it since he viciously abused and killed my dog Kirby two days prior. I knew this was my out and I had to survive, and so I did. I escaped. AndContinue reading “1 Year Ago Today, I Escaped”
3am | June 24
It’s 3:46 in the morning on June 24 as I’m writing this. I think my body woke me up at this time as a trauma response. This time last year, at 3 in the morning, I was carrying the burden of a grave secret. Mat and I were the only ones who knew the truth,Continue reading “3am | June 24”
My birthday.
One year ago on my birthday, June 17, I knew I was going to die. I don’t know how to convey the absolute and paralyzing knowing that you are going to be killed, but that’s what I experienced on my last birthday. My abuser got to my apartment at 3:45am that day, using his copyContinue reading “My birthday.”
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