divorce
Divorce isn't an end; it's a different beginning.
'At Least I Don't Hit You'
“At least I don’t hit you.” Whenever someone asks me what the red flags in my relationship were. This statement always stands out to me, a statement my ex-husband would regularly say to me when I would ask him why he was treating me a certain way. After being in a very physically abusive relationship, it became so much harder to identify what my boundaries were and what was OK in a relationship and what was not OK.
By Rose Ericson7 years ago in Humans
Divorce!
DIVORCE! It is the dirtiest word in a marriage. Nobody wants to say it and nobody wants to hear it. That is unless you are not either one of the couples getting a divorce. If you are not married, sometimes a divorce can be a good word, a bad word and, on rare occasions, both.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans
My Road to Divorce Part 1
No one goes into a marriage hoping for it to end or even expecting it to end. At least not when you are getting married for love. So when it does end it stings, breaks, devastates, and shocks. This was me. When I got married I had seen marriages be torn apart, I had seen the fighting and the hatred that came from something that was originally so beautiful. I went in thinking that our love would over come it all and made sure everyone knew that I was marrying for life no matter what happened. That was about 5 and 1/2 years ago.
By Katrina Chamberlain7 years ago in Humans
Everything I Haven't Said
I'm sorry that you don't want me anymore. I truly am. It must be hard to be able to easily throw someone away once you have had your way with them. I know that you are trying to make me hate you but in all honesty, it's not working. I would still go to hell and back to see you smile. I never thought that you would leave. Especially the way it all played out. You pretended that you didn't love me, yet you came back. You came back over and over and over again.
By Emma-Leigh C.8 years ago in Humans
Single Life of a Confused Mom
I’m not one to complain about too much. I go to work, I come home, and I go to bed. Simple life, and simple woman. I have been told that I need to broaden my horizons, live a little, make some changes (picture me scathing over my sunglasses). I do not think you understand what I’m going through right now, dude. So to catch everyone up, here is a little peak into my life recently.
By Mary Davis8 years ago in Humans
I Was Called the Mistress...
If I'm going to talk about my relationship, I guess I better start from the beginning. I was hired on at my local Walmart as a part-time produce sales associate in June of 2016, and exactly one week later, my husband was hired on at lawn and garden. We actually would have been hired on the same day, but our orientation was the same day as his high school graduation; therefore, he had to reschedule. So over the next couple of months I would see him clear across the store and want nothing more than to be able to talk to him and get to know him and all that other cheesy stuff you think about when crushing on someone. Very soon after working there, I found out the over-night produce associate I had been talking to about everything in life was his DAD! Coincidence? I think not. GOD HAS A FUNNY WAY OF DOING THINGS LIKE THAT!!
By Kayla Pierce8 years ago in Humans
Sowing the Seeds of Self Love
Hating my husband has turned out to be the best thing to happen to me. No, I’m not sadistic (much). Hating him has forced me to seek out my own happiness and to pursue a different mindset. Hating him has made me realize the amount of self hate I’ve been dragging around for decades. Hating him has made me learn to love myself.
By Denise Nelson-Prieto8 years ago in Humans
It’s Not Me, It’s You
I don’t know you. I’m not sure that I ever did. I know a fictional character you made up for me, but he’s gone now, the memories I have of him tarnished by the person you really are. In these moments I try to reflect on happiness, but he’s draped in narcissism with shimmering hints of insecurity against the cold black of your ego, his soothing voice replaced with your shrieks of my inadequacy. He reeks of your emotional abuse and codependency. His eyes, those eyes; once a forest I could easily wander in for hours reduced to nothing more than dismal pools, swirling all the time and passion I wish I could take back for myself. It’s almost as though I can see the pieces of myself I’ve given up trapped in the depths never to return.
By J.T. Raptor8 years ago in Humans











