This is not the post that I was planning on writing today. What I was going to write about is how going on a few dates has left me feeling off-kilter and my senses spinning like they have been assaulted. How a number of men portray themselves as one thing, but when you meet them, … Continue reading Man plans, God laughs
Tag: Gas-lighting
Nothing going on here
My Dad lied. There were the white lies, the bald-faced lies and lying by omission. His ultimate goal when we were growing up was to keep the peace, no matter what the cost. So he told porkies. Sometimes they were to cover up his mistakes; sometimes they were to keep us kids from my mother's … Continue reading Nothing going on here
Gaslighting
I had an epiphany over the weekend. I have always been obsessed with finding out the facts of what happened when there has been a problem; who was responsible for causing the issue where applicable; then finally trying to piece everything together to get as close to the truth as possible. The facts are important … Continue reading Gaslighting
The Painful Acceptance of Being An Abuse Victim
I watched a TED talk on why domestic violence victims don't leave this morning. It was heart breaking, even though the talk was done in a neutral manner, with very little display of emotion. My ex did not physically abuse me, but he threatened it and physically intimidated me at times. The way the verbal … Continue reading The Painful Acceptance of Being An Abuse Victim
Tired of Being Tired
I am not alone with the struggle of not being good enough. It is a repeated theme in conversations that I am privy to and seems to touch humans in general in some way or another. Sometimes it is big - a deep-seated belief of being completely unworthy of love or any form of kindness … Continue reading Tired of Being Tired
Is it just me that is crazy?
I went out for dinner with a friend this evening. This person knows some of my story, but not all, as partly I don't know the individual particularly well, being fairly new to my social circle, and partly because I have a question mark in my mind, perhaps unfairly, regarding how discreet and how trustworthy … Continue reading Is it just me that is crazy?
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