“Just how long does my skirt have to be before you say I can walk down the street in safety? How exactly should I disguise and hold the curves of my body to win the right to sanctuary from assault? How loose must my clothing be before I deserve to not be raped? How hard precisely do I have to struggle and shout for you to believe me? And how many nights will I have to stay indoors or make sure only water passes my lips before I have earned the right, my human right, to be a woman, unassaulted?” -Laura Bates
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I am a survivor 
And what right does a man who claims to love you, what right does he have to toss a woman around against the walls and other furniture? What did I wear that could have provoked that? What could I have said that made me deserve that kind of treatment? For people attempting to blame the victim this is me bitch slapping you!
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I am sorry for your abuse. You have a right to be angry for people blaming the victim. I believe the only way for people to change is to educate them. This is my attempt at sharing my story and resources to help others better understand the struggle that survivors deal with.
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Although our situations are different, our path to recovery is the same. Having to open up about what we went through can be the hardest thing to do. Pride stands in the way alot. I have barely shed a tear over leaving HIM. But I know they will come as the therapy progresses. My therapist said I was channeling my emotions into my writing and that this was a good form of therapy. At least it keeps me from constantly wondering why I was bounced off the walls, thrown into them so hard I got a cauliflower ear….. google a cauliflower ear it is NOT a pleasant thing to have by any means.
Sweetheart imagine my arms hugging you tightly, being there for you and with you through this time. The Lord brought us back together for a reason. We may not know what it is but HE does. All we have to do is be patient.
Remember the Footsteps poem…….. When you saw only one set of footprints it was then that I carried you……I know sometimes I am crude, rude and socially unacceptable – but God loves me just the way I am. Also remember I am only a phone call away. 😛 Lots of hugs sweetheart and I am VERY VERY proud of you for getting help, creating this blog, and for the direction you wish your life to go in.
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Thank you so much, Mom. I did Google cauliflower ear. It looked very painful. I guess I take after you in the sense of writing. We are both authors. 😀 However, we must always remember to allow God to take the pen to write our lives. I like to think that God wrote us back together so we can make our own story. (How is that for an author analogy.)
I am not perfect, nor do I try to be, but I do the best I can. Which is another way I take after you. We have to remember to take our healing one step at a time. I love you and am glad you are in my life again.
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