The above title is a common phrase from Russia. I’ve just watched Stacey Dooley investigates and this episode was about domestic violence in Russia. The most shocking for me and knowing the misogynistic views of Putin, i’m unsure of why i was shocked. Was that some forms of domestic violence was decriminalized, leaving women and
I often sat and gave others the credit for my survival… My last credit was, if I didn’t have my therapist I wouldn’t be here. That was a lie, we all tell these lies and think that our other half makes us whole, money makes us happy, new convertible gives are life…. But.! What I’ve
It’s something I’ve been thinking about today. I’ve been separated for 2 1/2 years now and most days I’m pleased of making my own decisions, marching to my own beat, answering to myself (and my mini me) and not sharing a bed with a snoring man… Now I just have an 8yr old, a dog
What is prominent within the first 10 minutes of this programme on BBC2 is that, the building was like a mini village, full of families and old fashion values, one which are sadly disappearing in the 21st century.
In June 2015 i decided my 12 year relationship was just shy of being utterly ridiculous in the way that if it was any more toxic, Donald Trump might have produced it himself! On my way through Desperationville, stopping at WTF creak, I decided that life for now was to make me, me again because
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This week has been a truly profound, eye opening, fucking tear my life apart kind of journey. The one in where you plan a gap year or two, pack your bags, brag to your friends, stick your middle finger up to the monotonous job of which you hate, make sure you have money, booked your
Relentless in its stay, Like poison running through my veins, Life brings its problems two by two, The unbearable stress takes its cue. Legs that failed are ice too touch, Autumnal colours take over my skin, Hips are stiff, filled with dread, My body and soul balancing by a thread. If I fall I won’t
It shouldn’t hurt but it does, Escaped the brutal verbal punch Hours fly, days past and still I cry Over you and I’m unsure why. Daytime smiles and night time tears, ‘I’m fine, I’m tired’.. The lies I’d spill, Protect myself from the truth, You abused my soul, chucked away my youth. A legal thief
Mornings here it brought the dog, open my eyes, just exist. Wipe the drops and bury my face, Another day, life of lies and persist. Her smile gives off light and gives me hope , Grab my mask of which I hide And pray I learn to cope. Carry on, don’t give up….. All words