Now that I’m dead, I want to tell you a few things.

To Everyone:

When you grow up in fear and the people you trust (are actually telling you lies – about the mental abuse and violence you see) – saying everyone has their own family problems and this is just our family problem. (No tell someone you trust at … Continue Reading »

Now that I am dead, I want to tell you a few things. Actually, that’s a lie. Now that I am dead, I can tell you nothing, but that’s hypotheticals for you. It’s the principle that counts.

Death has this irritating habit of defining life, driving from the backseat. It’s the finale, exeunt, end. Nobody really thinks of it like … Continue Reading »

Now that I’m dead, I want to tell you a few things.

To My Sons:
I wish I would have never said I needed help to get away from your father. I wish I just would have dealt with it and left on my own time. You were told lies about me and were told you couldn’t talk about me. … Continue Reading »