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OCTOBER IS DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AWARENESS MONTH.

I found his password today.

Scrawled on the back of an envelope.

My mind is quiet. My broken, beating heart is calm. My house is happy, my son is carefree. The sun shines bright inside our house even on cloudy days. My son feels safe, and he is open, confident and loving. He hardly has any tantrums or outbursts. I’ve been so torn up by the fact…

it’s sticky. this mess. you’re sticky. you’re a dirty sticky mess. I can’t unstick myself from you and so I am still sticking around to this dirty, sticky mess it’s sticky and I am tired of being stuck in this dirty, sticky mess. something’s gotta give. i think i’m on the edge of being unstuck…

a word to my significant other, stop, just stop all of this it isn’t me but you that’s been dismissed I see your lips moving But your lies aren’t improving I have this rage, this rage that is built up in me You decide where we go from here… what’s it gonna be? Stop, just…

I don’t know why today was hard. At some point I found myself outside looking up at the big open sky. I became overwhelmed with a sadness that I’ve never felt before. It was a sadness of what used to be and what will never be. A sadness of lost dreams and muddled nightmares. A…

My dear woman, Today is a day that you will always remember.  He drove away.  He said goodbye to his child, removed his wedding ring, got into his truck and drove to another city.  You watched him drive all of the way to the end of the road and turn right onto the highway.  You…

To my dear husband, I don’t feel like I know you.  You, the man that I have shared my hopes, dreams, fears and most intimate moments with.  And I don’t feel that I know you anymore. Or trust you. I feel you are a wolf in sheep’s clothing. For a minute I am going to…

You can’t buy love, but you can pay heavily for it. Henny Youngman To my dear husband, My dear husband.  You are my one.  Your smile and your personality shine so bright and genuine.  It always made me feel like it was this pure window into your soul.  One of your proudest traits was that…