December 8, 2018 is the night I buried my abuser. As his new relationship developed, it allowed for insight into his behavior with another person, and how it didn’t differ from the beginning of our relationship. Instead of feeling sad, I cringed and felt sad to have not thought more of myself. . Now, let’s get to what I really want to talk about… I am … Continue reading Love
I have not seen this photo in over two years. I had cropped it to focus on the bruises – seeing it this way shocked me. My heart is racing – This is where I react differently. The person who did this is a nobody but a violent coward who is flying high with his enablers and flying monkeys. Seeing my face makes a difference. … Continue reading This is what cowards do. This is what enablers and flying monkeys make excuses for. Karma…
The purple wall was our bedroom. That’s a picture he took of me during our trip to Costa Rica. I threw it out despite him begging me not to. No silly, it wasn’t because he wanted it, it was because he wanted to be the one to toss it. He needs to be the one who discards because that puts him in control. The first … Continue reading Love. Lies. Paint. Photo. Tile. The assault.
I am a mom, a friend, a runner. I am somebody’s daughter. And on December 21, 2016, I became a victim of domestic violence for the first and last time – So that also makes me a survivor. The injuries I sustained from the abuser resulted in permanent inner ear damage and traumatic brain injury that have disabled me from living my life as I … Continue reading My Story
Truth always prevails…that’s what keeps me going…the exchange speaks for themselves. Continue reading No word…
When you get to the part where he describes himself as honest…LOL…well, he was lying as he was writing it. This guy is a piece of work. Wonder what bar or coffee shop he’s sitting writing his new vagina/supplier a book talking about how great he is. THE LOVE BOOK 2012 This was for 2013 – the year he took me to his parents house … Continue reading Year 1, 2012-2013, manipulative love bombing letter. First time I wiped his ass!!!!
Lies, lies and more lies. He’s good, isn’t he. This is how they reel you in…. Continue reading Year 2, 2013-2014, manipulative love bombing letter. Second time I wiped his ass.
More lies..more and more lies….I meant nothing to this evil monster. I am lucky to be walking and talking after what he did to me, said my doctor. Continue reading Year 3, 2014-2015, manipulative love bombing letter. The only year I did not wipe his ass.
2015 was a hard year because I couldn’t take the lies anymore. I couldn’t take the gaslighting when it was happening but I didn’t know what it was or how to explain it. I thought I was going crazy. I was on a roller coaster ride and blamed myself but it wasn’t until after I cut him off that I realized it … Continue reading Year 4, 2015-2016, manipulative love bombing letter. Third time I wiped his ass.
Fall afternoon. Crisp. Sun shining . I taste the salt in the sweat trickling down your face. As always, happy you’re home. Your eyes mesmerize me. I miss you coming out of the shower, cutting up an apple and dipping it in almond butter. Grabbing the bowl before turning on the TV to watch Halt & Catch Fire. Leaning over, kissing me to say … Continue reading Betrayal
We are expected to act as if nothing happened. Not only that, but we are expected to lay still, sit in silence and take being gutted, defecated on, demoralized, and humiliated as our abusers try and destroy what is left; AND that’s exactly where we will find the strength in the nightmare we survived to create a movement by telling our story a little louder, … Continue reading No one sees the victims.
“Ours were false relationships from the beginning in which we were targeted, exploited and betrayed.” Via Donna Anderson – LoveFraud The quote above gets right to the heart of the matter of emotional rape. These were never normal relationships that started with love and then just went wrong. Far from it. The psychopath is a predator who completely hides his or her true identity and … Continue reading Emotional Rape.
Only thing missing is the apology. Continue reading Apology for calling me a cunt.
Via Narcissistic Abuse Support This is exactly what I want to do! “how can we create a movement? Together! A change in laws and education? Can a country take responsibility to help victims by teaching their police and courts how to not allow victims to be REVICTIMIZED by a narcissist? Can power be given to a parent to save their children from one who only … Continue reading Creating a movement
I’m here to share my story of abuse with my ex abuser, Vincent C. Beggs, Wells Fargo VP, with the hope for others to share their story without fear and the hope that someday we can make shaming the abused a thing of a past. I’m not a jilted lover nor unstable, same word he used to describe his ex wife when we first met … Continue reading Careful…You don’t want to end up like me.