Generational abuse can seemingly have no beginning and will definitely have no end if we aren’t aware and make efforts to change.
On the morning of my daughter’s 18th birthday, 9/11, as everyone sat riveted to televisions everywhere, she knew the day had come
I feel angry that my Dad wasn't there to protect and guide us through the mine field of Mom. I feel angry that my Mom loved my sisters more and better than she did me.
Everyone in life has experienced the one that comes across as better than, the one that looks down on everyone...
When you said I was welcome, But not my kids, Or my dog...
When my mother died, writing the obituary was left to me. My husband said it was the funniest thing to see my eyes literally glaze over and stare off for the longest time. Finally he broke the silence...
I remember your smell, the mix of hard work and airplane engine grease and cigarettes.
With this little ingrained belief I was allowing myself to be robbed of the best moments of my life.
I am sorry that I cannot be there to watch my niece experience the magic of the season
The Four A’s that Alleviate my Anxiety