Previous Part: It Happened at Night I don’t usually attend Wednesday night services at church. Usually, it is a commentary of what was heard on Limbaugh or Hannity. I don’t follow politics anymore. To be honest, I realized it was part of my insanity. I don’t discuss them, listen to them or read about them;… Read More My Grace is Suff…ering
Previous Part: Scenes of Abuse I don’t think I experienced uncovered memories. I definitely have lost memories; clearly things that my aunt confirmed happened that I don’t remember. For me it’s like a trigger and I’m reminded of something that I haven’t really forgotten. Like a certain apple smell will remind me of the cupboard… Read More It happened at night.
Previous: Stranger Things… I remember the taste of feces in my mouth when my stepfather smeared my soiled underwear in my face when I was four. I remember being dressed in diapers, teased for being a baby and being photographed like this. I remember finding the photographs at twelve years old. I remember showing them to… Read More Scenes of Abuse
Previous Part: Remember When… The strange thing is, I have more anger towards my mother and God than I do my perp stepfather/adopted father. My perp stepbrother, I hated when I was young. I didn’t start dealing with the abuse until after they died. They all passed away within a year. My perp stepfather got… Read More Stranger Things…
Previous Part: American Pie – The Saga Begins Talking today… “I remember when… I was about five years old, the summer before I started school. I inadvertently put my shoes in the window sill. The curtains hid them from view. The next day my cousins and I (with parents) were going to the park. We… Read More Remember When…
Sunday: I feel like crap. We are going to church; it’s communion Sunday. I hate communion Sunday. I don’t take communion, because I can’t make peace with God. I’m still to mad at Him. I get asked to help serve it (crap!) such a hypocrite. I slip my wafer in my pocket; using a slight… Read More American Pie – The Saga Begins