Vodka Steps Up

2c I’m unsure whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of the situation. The situation being my current physical location, in my current emotional state, for want of a better word. I’ve been crying, and again teetering on the brink of another flood of tears. I’m tired, in the mind and body, but mostContinue reading “Vodka Steps Up”

Behold: An Epiphany

I had tried many times, over about two years, to separate from Peter. I guess I wasn’t quite ready emotionally, because I could never quite go through with it. It would hurt knowing I was hurting him, and there was also something to corrode my resolve. Sometimes he’d threaten suicide. Sometimes he’d attack my selfContinue reading “Behold: An Epiphany”