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Continue reading →: When “No” Wasn’t an Option: The Silence and Shame of Marital Coercion
This is the hardest part to write. Harder than the screaming.Harder than the slamming doors and sleepless nights.Harder even than the loneliness of parenting alone beside someone who was supposed to be my partner. The hardest thing to revisit—what still makes my stomach turn and my chest ache—is the nights…
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Continue reading →: The Collateral Damage: How Emotional Abuse Affected My Children
I didn’t realize it at the time.Not fully.Not enough. I was so focused on surviving, on minimizing the explosions, on keeping the peace—that I didn’t see how deeply it was wounding my children. They weren’t just bystanders to the emotional abuse. They were in it with me. They were witnesses,…
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Continue reading →: “It Wasn’t Just Anger”: The Missed Signs, the Weight of My Daughter’s Voice, and What I Wish I Knew Sooner
I should have seen it sooner. The signs were everywhere, flashing like hazard lights—except I didn’t know how to read them. I didn’t yet understand that I was in an emotionally abusive relationship. I didn’t yet understand that my children weren’t just bystanders—they were collateral damage. My eldest daughter was…
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Continue reading →: When the World Feels Too Small: Emotional Abuse on the Road
Travel, for most families, is a mix of excitement and chaos. For us, it was also a minefield. Whether road-tripping across states or navigating the cobbled streets of Europe, it was always a gamble—an adventure laced with dread. On the surface, we were a family of six setting out to…
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Continue reading →: The House Was Never Quiet Enough
I loved being a mother. In the chaos of working full time, the time I had with my children in the evenings was sacred. We had our rhythm—homework, baths, bedtime stories. That gentle, golden hour of the day was mine and theirs. The house, for a moment, felt like home.…
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Continue reading →: When Faith Becomes a Stage — The Hidden Pain of Spiritual ManipulationThey’ll Know We Are Christians by Our LoveSong by Jars of Clay ‧ 2005 We are one in the Spirit, we are one in the LordWe are one in the Spirit, we are one in the LordAnd we pray that our unity will one day be restoredAnd they’ll know we…
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Continue reading →: The Quiet Betrayal: When Safe Spaces Are Taken From YouThere was a stillness to those afternoons—warm sun spilling through the trees, the gentle splash of water as my daughters played in the pool, and her voice, soft but grounding, carrying across the backyard. In a world that often felt like it was closing in on me, she was the…
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Continue reading →: The Villain in the Room: When Protecting Your Children Makes You the Enemy
It’s a strange thing—to realize that the person you thought was in your corner might not be standing there at all. That instead of support, you’re met with silence. That instead of protection, you’re the one who has to hold the line—alone. It began soon after our first child was…
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Continue reading →: The Patterns Revealed — How Emotional Abuse Hides in Everyday MomentsLooking back now, it all seems so obvious. The constant unannounced visits.The erasure from the family portrait.The gifts that were really obligations.The isolation that looked like “tradition.”The moment my newborn daughter was locked away from me, and no one thought it strange enough to fight for me. At the time,…
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Continue reading →: A Mother’s Nightmare: Locked Out From My Own Baby
The day we brought our daughter home from the hospital felt like the beginning of everything good. It was a soft, golden afternoon — the kind that feels like a new chapter.I carried her carefully inside, her tiny body swaddled and sleeping.We laid her gently in the old bassinet —…
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Finding My Rhythm: Healing, Leading, Becoming 