I sat quiet for 6 months while I regained my footing, emotional confidence, and badassery.  Several of my dear friends noticed a change and reached out to me.  I’ll be forever indebted to them for their unwavering support.

This news may be shocking for some.  Feel free not to follow this site, or continue reading any further.  I’ll understand you wanting to preserve your feelings and thoughts on me and my family.  The way you once knew us.  I respect that.

In the last several years I’ve been under psychological and emotional attack.

I’ve been controlled, manipulated, gaslighted, and an attempt to break my soul once and for all was recently made via an ultimate betrayal.  An attempt that has utterly failed.  However, the damage done to my family is extensive.

Changes have been made.  I’m going through a divorce.  It’s not going smoothly.  Details won’t be shared other than what is stated here already.  Maybe someday, or maybe in bits and pieces, but not today.

I consciously tolerated a fair deal of the abuse I’ve suffered.  I thought that if I attempted to be patient and supportive it would stop.  I thought by moving across the country it would stop.  We could refocus and reconcile all the issues once away from “distractions” on the west coast.  Don’t misunderstand.  I fought back- just not as hard as I should have.

I didn’t know how bad it was.

The abuse, in fact, escalated intensely since we left the west coast.  I was completely isolated from my support network after landing in Virginia.  I had no idea how much of my adult life had been a vicious lie.  How genuinely unloved I’d been in my own home; for how long.

Now I know.

My personal Pearl Harbor Day is April 10, 2018.  I came under full and direct attack on this date.  My world shattered.

My personal D-Day is April 11, 2018.  I fought back with everything I had.  I continue to fight that way now.

If you are being mistreated I understand.  I have been there.  I’m here for you.  I’m no professional, but I understand.

If you know somebody being mistreated believe them when they speak.  Be there for them.  It’s a long lonely road when there aren’t any physical signs to show as “proof”.

About a month ago I had a conversation with a friend that has been more like a sister to me for my whole life.  At the end of the call she said:

Welcome back.  I don’t know where you went for a while, but I’m so happy you’re back.

She’s right.  I’m back.  I’m stronger than ever.  I know who I am again.  I know what I’m meant to do.  I’m rebuilding my life; my way this time.

From here on out I’m 100% me.  Love me or hate me; it’s okay.