Once you have allowed yourself to be treated like a piece of garbage, you get used to it. You lose any amount of self esteem you ever had. The more you allow the abuse to happen, the more you feel like shit. The more you feel like shit, the more abuse you allow to happen. […]
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Sleeping With the Enemy, Part 3
First the controlling behavior emerged. Just about any decision I made on my own, without his approval, resulted in a fit of rage. Eventually anything he didn’t give the okay to resulted in some form of punishment. But he wasn’t stupid. Scumbags like this are careful to leave marks where other people won’t notice them. […]
Sleeping With the Enemy, Part 2
I was one of those late bloomers. One of those girls who didn’t turn any heads in high school. Who never had a boyfriend. Who was one of the guys. And then in college I kind of came into my own. It was the first time in my life that I caught the attention of […]
Sleeping with the Enemy, Part One.
I’ve written about my weight loss journey. About my financial problems. About my diagnosis of borderline personality disorder and major depressive disorder. My stints in the nuthouse. I’ve written about the ways I have failed my children and my husband. I’ve pretty much put it all out there. But there’s one thing I haven’t written […]