I stayed with my abuser much longer than I ought to have, not because I was weak, but because my love was strong. And I loved a man so hard that I tried with all my might to help him walk through his dark forests, often ignoring the toll it took on me.
You would think that if you save your neighbor’s house from burning down, and get them out of their burning house, that maybe they would say thank you. But I could be wrong
Yeah, so let’s talk about Met Life Stadium having empty seats and candles for Americans killed abroad, in a crisis that is largely political, but Kap lost his career for taking a knee for Americans murdered in our own streets
To be clear, he was abusive. He owes me more than you’d believe. He’s said worse than you’d believe. He is an ungrateful fuck, who showed me the same abuse he publicly spoke out against. I thought I had to take the punches because I loved him. Love isn’t supposed to destroy you.
At a domestic violence support group, I was interrupted while trying to explain what precipitated each of the times that man screamed in my face. Because the reason doesn’t matter. That behavior is simply inexcusable.