My blog has been undergoing an upgrade, so I have been taking a few days off to ponder on future blog posts. I know exactly what I want to write about, but given the nature of my demographic I am not sure how I want to address my next topic. So, for my readers who are made up of old family friends, past teachers, my mom’s work friends, co-workers, family members or other loved ones, this is your content warning.
I am going to write a series of blogs that are related to my past. I have hinted in prior blogs that I have posted about a toxic relationship that I was involved in for longer than I’d ever care to admit; this series will be made up of fragments of that story, or what I can remember of it any ways.
It was a traumatic, humiliating, degrading, miserable, 3 years, and I am not afraid to share it with you all. I don’t particularly care who reads this, as this is a public domain. All I ask is that if you do read the series, that you do not view me as that person now. I am so far from the girl I will be writing about, but her story needs to be told because someone, somewhere, needs to hear her voice. Perhaps her voice will encourage other men and women in abusive relationships to make a life changing decision for themselves. That is all I hope to accomplish with this series. This is simply the Preface of what is to come. I have no idea how long it will take to write the full story, nor do I know what order it will all come rushing back to me in. All I know is that I was put on this earth to write, and I think I have quite a bit of experience to speak from. So here I am.
Back to the content warning: there are going to be graphic details of things that actually happened within that three years explained in the content of each blog. If you think that reading those details may deter the way you view me as a person, then read it at your own will. I am mainly worried about family and close friends, but to each their own.
I’ll try to keep it as audience friendly as I can, but like I said, it wasn’t a walk in the park for three years. Pack a lunch people, because we’re going for a spin.