As you should have gathered from my previous post, as a child one of my favorite past times was bouncing my face off of hard surfaces. Part of me thinks my parents should have retrofitted me with one of those child safety helmets from an early age, but here we are.
If I’ve proven anything from my last post (as well as this post, this post, and this post), it’s that I’m an accident-prone individual; always have been, probably always will be. Continue reading
What’s the worst type of physical pain you’ve ever felt? Was it a broken bone? Passing a kidney stone? Giving birth? A wax job gone awry? For me it has been any and all oral pain, but I’ve suffered many a strange affliction. Continue reading
Last I left you all, I was antsy about getting Christmas started. I was chomping on the bit to dig out the decorations and set up a tree. I wanted 24/7 Christmas music and was ready for Thanksgiving to come to a close.
Well here we are. Four days after Thanksgiving. A perfect time for me to radiate that previously suppressed holiday excitement, except I’m not…
My last post was me airing my grievances about an issue I was having at work and decided after reading your comments that yes, I needed to actually share my feelings about the situation with my boss. Since my best form of communication is writing (in case you didn’t know), I decided to write a letter. I’ve previously shared a letter to my ex and a letter to my to ex best friend, but this one’s different; this one I actually sent.
I’m writing out my life in a timeline, so to experience my story the way its supposed to be told, start at I Was That Girl In School… then proceed chronologically by post date.
So I told my story. It was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done, but I knew at this point that he couldn’t hurt me. Boyfriend had already cut ties, so I had nothing left to lose. After I was finished telling my story to the officer, she asked me one question: “Do you want to press charges?”
Without hesitation, I said yes. He made me suffer for long enough. He needs to pay for what he put me through, but not just that; he needed to be locked up so he couldn’t do this to anyone else. She pressed that if I went through with it, there would be a trial Continue reading
I’m writing out my life in a timeline, so to experience my story the way its supposed to be told, start at I Was That Girl In School… then proceed chronologically by post date.
It was over. My mind was racing and I was full of emotions: happy that he was gone; angry about what he did; relieved that I was still alive; sad that I let it happen; scared that he would come back. What do I do now?
First thing was first: lock the door. After he left, I ran to the door and switched the lock in place. I went to the front door that was never used and made sure that one was locked as well. I looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was mid morning; right around the same time that my class would have been released, which also meant that I was to head to work. Continue reading
I’m writing out my life in a timeline, so to experience my story the way its supposed to be told, start at I Was That Girl In School… then proceed chronologically by post date.
What if he’s bluffing? He wouldn’t tell people. He’s just mad that I’m not his slave anymore; that I’ve finally stood up for myself.
Boyfriend had showed up just like he did hundreds of nights before. It was approaching dinner time. Mom was in the kitchen making dinner, Dad was in the family room on his laptop, and Boyfriend and I were in the living room watching tv. For a fleeting moment, my life was normal. This was how many evenings were spent in our household. That was until he showed up… Continue reading
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