Greetings from God’s country.
I live in a place where the water is blue and the eagles soar across the sky. But little does he know at night all I do is cry. We used to have better years. A new house, a new son, and now, new fears.
“Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me.”
Whoever wrote that is wrong, obviously.
I have been in a relationship with a man for the past four years and things have actually been on a downward spiral for the past year. Things have gotten exceptionally worse. The low point was when he called me a dumb a** the other night.
Last night, we were arguing as usual. I told him that if he keeps treating me this way that I would no longer be there for him. He replied, “You need to get off your high horse and realize that maybe I won’t be there for you anymore.” And then he poked me.
I know that doesn’t sound very violent. Fortunately, for me, I am not a battered woman per se. But knowing this man, that was a form of violence. And he can stop trying to make me controlled! I will go to a homeless shelter if I have to but I want a better life for myself and my kids.
Oh, did I mention that I am seeking sobriety from an undisclosed topic, and he is not.
Ahh, am I the only one who has a man trying to make her believe that she is the crazy one? It sucks. Anyway, more later I guess.