The Final Round with Michael

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Couple Fighting

After getting back home from the expensive vacation, Michael and I continued to drift apart. Joshua seemed quite pleased about it all. He said Mom, “He is such a jerk and totally ruined our vacation.” I couldn’t disagree with him. So, I put the breaks on and Michael began stalking me. I went to class on Wednesday night from 7-10 p.m. for an evening class. I happened to look out the window at break time and there he was standing down by my car. I thought to myself, “Is he going to stand there for an hour and a half waiting on me. And, indeed, he did. Continue reading “The Final Round with Michael”

In Darcie’s Own Words

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link. I really wanted my readers to hear for themselves from Crystal and Darcie. Crystal is 65 and still living. Darcie however, passed at 58 years old from congestive heart failure. I very fortunately just found a letter she has written to her Heavenly Father about our childhood. I’d like to share that letter with my readers.

woman in black

Fearful, hate, disgust, needing his approval, wanting his love, but never getting it—scary at times. The times he did spend with us sober were fun, but mostly I remember him drinking and fighting and me being afraid of him, wanting to get away from him. Him hurting my dogs, always threatening to get rid of them or shoot them. I loved and protected my dogs with my life. They loved me because I took care of them. Continue reading “In Darcie’s Own Words”

The Banty Rooster

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Banty Rooster

Dottie had awoken early one morning with her stomach growling, but she ignored it as she hopped into her blue jeans, western-style shirt and cowboy boots. She was only 7 years-old and was fond of looking like Annie Oakley. She hurried to get ready so she could get out of the house before anything started. Continue reading “The Banty Rooster”