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My thoughts scared me at times, but I wasn’t going to give in. I wasn’t going to give E the satisfaction of breaking me to the point I cut myself, or worse. I wasn’t going to let any of the monsters from my past win, and I certainly wasn’t going to act selfishly, and potentially
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This year, with God’s grace and guidance, I’ve decided to start putting money into this blog. With new features comes new themes, and I found one I fell in love with. Now comes the fun part, figuring out how to personalize it, and get it perfect for my blog. I know nothing about technology, and
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One morning, M woke up living the bachelor life, and that night he went to bed with me and my dog as his new roommates. My ex had finally scared me enough to flee the state, and seek safety in another. I didn’t tell anyone why I fled. Shame kept my mouth shut. I was
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Starting a relationship with a broken and beaten down individual is a difficult thing. M learned that. One minute I’d be trying to get closer to him by opening up, the next I was pushing him away and ending things. I was terrified that not only would he see me as I saw myself, dirty,
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There is a lot going on for us all, I believe, so I feel like you will be understanding of the following. I’m going to take a brief intermission with this series. My body is telling me I need a break, as stress is showing up in physical ways now. With Christmas and New Years
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He never saw the abuse. E wasn’t one to leave marks, and when E made his ‘official’ move on me, I went with it, and played the dutiful, happy girlfriend. It was easy, as I had become numb to life, and malleable. M didn’t like E, but he, like most others, never could have imagined
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Unbeknownst to me, E had been going around telling people that we were dating. He was marking his territory well before he made his first ‘official’ move on me. Looking back at the day I met M, it all becomes clear, but I was oblivious then. E had been warning me that M was an
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He wanted to meet my biological family, as I had somewhat of a dysfunctional relationship with them at the time. We flew to stay with them for a week or so. They all hated each other. E hated them because they were manipulative people. The irony is not lost on me. They hated him because
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E was annoyingly upbeat. He laughed loudly, and obnoxiously. He was musical, and endlessly talked about his gift of singing. He sang over every song, and has ruined my appreciation of certain artists to this day. He was loud in his love for God, which on its own is great. But when the person is
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Broken, hopeless, and even more angry than I had ever been, I moved back to my home state. I bought a small house that I had no desire to live in for long. God had taken so much from me, and I was determined not to stay on this earth for much longer. While I
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