he kept my bird
and sold it to someone else rather than letting me have him back. and all I can do is sit here feeling grateful he didn't kill the bird.
posted by OutOfAbuse at 11:24 AM
Monday, July 03, 2006
About Me
- Name: OutOfAbuse
I'm keeping this blog as a way to recover from a relationship that was abusive--emotionally, verbally, and yes, physically. I'm only now starting to realize how bad it really was, and it's strange to think it was really me in that situation.
I grew up happily middle class. I come from an intact and loving family and never really wanted for anything. I can find no explanation for why this happened to me--why I let it go on for so long--and I'm afraid I won't get better if I don't figure out what went wrong.
I began this blog when I thought I was irrevocably stuck. If you go all the way back to the beginning, you'll see posts related to abusive incidents; then I got out physically, but emotionally? That's what this is all about.
Thanks for reading. I'm utterly mortified to have been in this situation; I'm so glad for my little burka of anonymity. If nothing else, I certainly hope I can keep you from thinking, "That could NEVER happen to me." Because I thought that, and it did happen. Boy did it happen.
Previous Posts
- Empty shell
- First dream of him
- sudden leaving
- I feel so hopeless
- The abuse has gotten worse, yet I can't convince m...
- Houdini-Stylie
- Good (?!) Times
- The Places I Stay
- History, Part 1
- A, My Name is Asshole
2 Comments:
I agree with Honor!
What a putz, but I am glad you are safe!
app2
I can't even think about the bird!! eesh. I know he's just a pet, but in my current state, pets are mondo importanto.
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