Locked into her soul
On the face… 116 more words
Discussing with someone very wise, about the future of my community Facebook page.
I know this person, would have encouraged me closing it down, if that’s what she thought would be best for me. 224 more words
Poem, I wrote, about my role within my highly dysfunctional abusive harmful family, where my role was scapegoat – for all blame, shame and failure, of my narcissist mother and sociopath step father, along with being the object for their ridicule, scorn and emotional punch bag. 158 more words
I was born in 1957 to 2 American parents of Armenian descent. My father fell in love with my mom at first sight and my mom married him two years later to escape her parents desires to have her take care of them until they died. 3,068 more words