A story of domestic abuse and PTSD
Tag: domestic violence
Ass Hat introduced me to his super cool chick friend, Butterfly. She was going to come and crash on my couch for a couple of nights so we took her to grab some of her stuff and head to my place. I hadn’t met her before so we sat around the living room getting to know each other. I asked her about the giant homemade tattoo she had inside her forearm. She told me the story of how she was
Continue reading “Down the Rabbit Hole Part 8: Many Lessons Learned”
Now, I mentioned that Sparkles broke it off with Ms. Twiggy. This is
My first week working for this client, he tells me that he bought tickets for him and his girlfriend to see a rock concert. He wanted me to print out directions, nearby places to eat and such. I put together a pretty elaborate package for him and he was totally impressed. Winning! The day of the concert, Continue reading “The Forbidden Fruit”
Eventually, and thanks to an amazing friend getting my foot in the door, the cleaning part of my business got busy enough I had to hire help. I had a hard time finding it and an even harder time keeping it. First Guy, who was technically my boyfriend, was squatting with this asshole friend of his at some house that was for sale and didn’t have a job. Remember when I said something was missing? He didn’t have his shit together and wasn’t actively doing anything about it.
Oh, and by the way, Continue reading “The Full Circle”
We left off with the first half of my circle of guys. By now, I hope you all realize there’s was something really missing in my life. I felt like I was making up for not having enough attention in my previous engagement but I also felt a strong need to feel in control. I did that by being totally out of control. I know. Ironic. I was using these guys to meet all of my needs and fill the voids in my life. What I really wanted (and I still do) is a child of my own. I had to leave the sweetest little boy that I considered my son and made me melt every time he called me “Mommy” because he was Ex Fiancé’s and I had no rights. I mean, I considered running away to Mexico with the kid, but I never followed through. Anyway, back to the other half of the circle. Continue reading “The Circle (2/2)”
Black Eyed Bride 