Tag: relationship

An abusive relationship depends upon a pre-existing power imbalance that gives one partner the power to abuse in the first place

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In other words, you abuse your partner by abusing the power you have over the partner. You do this systematically. You do this over time. An abusive relationship might or might not be physically violent, but it is always — always — a massive mindf*ck in which the abused partner begins to accept the abuser’s twisted version of reality for reality itself. Anything that contradicts that reality — including the abused partner’s own instincts that something is very and increasingly wrong — gets cut off at the root.

https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/22535545-tainted-love

You’re undeniably different in every way possible

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How you look at situations, your lens of the world has changed. How you interact with people, your relationships with others is fragmented and redesigned. But eventually, that way of living becomes familiar and doesn’t hurt so bad to wear it every day. You become desensitized to the itchy smock of grief, and at times can even joke about what an ugly number it is. This is me, until the next tragic life event occurs. Hopefully it’s a very long time from now. But when it does, I hope I don’t descend into a ball of gelatinous nothingness for a year and have to scramble to get my life back. I can’t worry about that now though.

https://daniellecanwrite.home.blog/2021/07/02/i-dont-even-know

I know now that there are some things too big and too painful to be fixed by simply “washing my face” of it

Keywords: Grief , Loss , Motherhood , single mom , single parenting , Suicide , Widow

Each of my kids feels the loss of their dad in a different way, and I feel helpless in that I know this is something I can’t fix for them. My boy, who was 5 when his dad died, can still recall the life he had with him. There is both joy and sadness in those memories, and also a fear of losing someone else he cares about. My daughter, who was only 2 1/2, only really knows a life without a daddy. She begins to notice at daycare and then at school, that she is one of the only kids without one, and so she asks me if we can “find” her a dad…as if it is as simple as putting an ad in the paper, picking the best option and inserting him into our lives without there being any expectations on me with this man.

https://messybutneverbroken.com/2021/05/07/not-instagram-approved

When I’m 25, I want to look back and be proud of my decisions

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Growing up, my sister and I had to take care of ourselves because both our parents work. And after observing the dynamic at home, we formed our own opinions about the way relationships work. I guess that’s why, while I always say I wish I had someone I hold particularly dear to my heart, I’m completely okay with being on my own because I hate the thought of having to baby a man who isn’t in tune with his emotions, or one who is awfully insensitive. Spare me the anguish.

https://vertigobutnotreally.wordpress.com/2021/05/03/21-going-22

I was so prepared to one day leave home

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I’m lonely but sometimes in a secret part of my heart, I don’t want the pandemic to end. It’s horrible. I’ll be so much happier when it ends. But part of me never wants to leave my parents home. I’m lonely I miss my friends. But this pandemic made me scared of the outside world. It made me cuddle up with my blankey (Mr. Blankey) and cry.

https://ruthseculartheblog.wordpress.com/2021/01/18/im-lonely-a-letter-to-my-friends

Literally letting y’all take a peak at my diary

Keywords: christmas , divorce , feelings , healing , heart , holiday , journaling , party , vulnerable , writing

I fortify myself with grit and conviction and take another deep breath. I look up at the ceiling and let one lonely tear fall. I make an agreement with myself that it will be my only tear tonight. I gently pat my cheek dry, take one more look at myself in the mirror and this time the woman I see looking back is a fighter. I’m staring at her. I can see that she’s tough. She knows she can do this. She believes in her strength. She believes in herself.

https://reclaiminglacy.com/2020/12/17/reflections-on-last-christmas