Black heart

I don’t know what to say. I guess the tears know it all. It’s one of those days where I just don’t feel well. I’m bothered by the shifts and the anxiety is there but I can’t put my finger on the source. Something is grieving and haunting me and I’m stupefied as to what […]

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Coercive, domineering history

I am disgusted with myself. Repulsed. Horrified. I gave in. I knew the husband had been wanting sex; the signs were all over the place, just like his hands. He knows we don’t like it. He’s not stupid. He made a comment that I “as in we” don’t allow him to touch us anymore. It […]

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