He returned. Out of nowhere, out of nothing, out of the air which seemed to be just normal, life in its everyday weather kind of air, he returned. Suddenly, he was there. We tusseled. My mouth goes sour. What is the word for that taste? Feathers? Ash? Sand. It is the sand of a big …
Loving a verbally and emotionally abusive man was the most confusing and contorted place I have ever been. It feels very much like falling down Alice’s rabbit hole: words don’t mean what they are supposed to mean; what I tried to do ‘right’ or to make things better inevitably worked against me; I was told …
Sex drives us, as much as food or fatigue does. Whoever we are, whatever we think when we hear the word, we are sexual. And sexualized. At the root, what we think of ourselves and of others has something to do with sex. It influences the way we dress, the life choices we make, our …
It takes more than one attempt to leave an abuser. It usually takes five to eight separations for real recovery to begin, for a woman to take her life back. There are also different stages of recovery, different steps to healing. I’m linking those healing steps to the times we try to leave. Rather than …
