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No Man Will Ever Hit Me Again

It wasn’t the fact that he hit me that hurt the most, it was the way he cried afterwards. Real tears followed by promises of change that only lasted a few days, if I was lucky enough. Really the whole thing was painful both physically and emotionally. I thought I was in love. I threw everything away just to be with him. I was only 18 at the time. I craved his affection and on some level I thought I deserved everything...

I Paid A Dear Price Being A Kept Woman

I was born into abuse. My biological parents decided without question that I was the reason they got divorced. They both told me as much when I was able to contact them at the age of eighteen. I was sent to several foster homes before I met the lady that adopted me. She was the first single lady in Jennings county to get to adopt a child. I was about three years old at the time. I often wonder if my life would have been more...

Try To Replace The Bad Memories With Good Ones

I met my abuser when I was 17. He seemed like the best friend I had always wanted. I grew up with adults and I was used to that and so I didn’t get along with people my age all that well but he was different, he listened to me about everything I wanted to talk about. So I talked his ear off and fell in love. I didn’t see the controlling side of him but everyone else did. I moved in with him 3 months after I...

I Used EMDR Therapy To Change My Life

I had been sexually assaulted by a neighbor and my therapist then told me about a new procedure in therapy and asked if I would like to do it, which I did. It was called EMDR, Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing. We used it on not only the assault but also my childhood. The therapist has you lay or sit on the couch or whatever. You wear head phones and hear this beeping and hold these round things that kind of...

I May Not Have Everything But I Have More Than I S...

I was born into an abusive life. My parents were alcoholic and drug addicted. I was a twin in the womb, but, She died before we were born. Most kids have early memories of their mother telling them they are loved. I have memories of being told the wrong twin died and that I was a mistake. I can’t blame my father, he wasn’t there, he worked out if town and when he was home, he was wasted. It was always my mother....