I rummaged through my closet this morning, from one end to the other and back again. Where was that charcoal gray long-sleeved sweater, the one that would work nicely with black leggings and boots on this extra cold day? 220 more words
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I may have not touched on this fact yet, but I hid my relationship with my abuser for years.
I had left him and got set up in an apartment and then he would call and I would meet him, he would pour on the charm, be the loving man I had first met and eventually we would be a couple again. 262 more words