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I suffered abuse as a child and teenager. Physical, sexual and verbal. From three different people. Two are dead. All were family. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that colors my attitude toward the sentimental depictions of holiday celebrations in pop culture.
At times, though, I am proud of what I learned. I walked away from the abusive relationship I landed in as a young woman. I understood how my upbringing had led me to believe that's what I'd been bred for, and I broke the pattern and walked away.
I know my mother's death when I was six led me to a life filled with anxiety and OCD. I'm glad I'm finally in balance now.
ReplyDeleteYou are awesome! It is a very difficult move and I am happy you have crossed the sea!
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