I had a landlord once - he brushed his fingers along the outside of my dress and puckered his lips. I used to imagine we had sex, not because I wanted to be with him, but because I wanted to take control of the narrative. If I seduced him in my mind, the reality of his violation would go away.…
So... he has put his hands on me. People ask and I say no... I say no because how do you say yes. …
I miss how fun sex can be.
Sex was never fun with him. Never giggles I didn't feel were part of my act. …
Much of what I have recently talked about is my routine and my striving to keep one.…
It happened Monday, as I was putting on my coat to walk out the door: he breaks the silence and continues to inform me why he was not speaking to me. He continued to break it down step by step, explaining how he came to even read the messages on my iPad. Yes you heard…
On the way home, with the kids asleep, I drove past a house I am interested in.
I want nothing more than to move… to be a home owner because my children deserve a home, not moving around from place to place every few years. …
This is both an uneasy and a joyful time. Uneasy because I have no idea what is going on in his head right now. Is he monitoring my every move? Is he working with a lawyer?…
