Chairty Run

I'm SO proud of my husband he ran on Sunday for a local Charity Race for "In her shoes" in my honor.

The premise is for men to walk a mile or in my husband's case RAN a mile in women's shoes to show support and to raise awareness of domestic violence & violence in our community.

He came in 4th out of 600!

http://www.walkamileinhershoes.org/

I love that man so much. I may have gone through hell and then some, but in the end I ended up with the most amazing man, husband, father, person.

Take a pill

Holy cow, or should I say holy hooker shoe wearing pig; it's been a long time since I've updated.

I have been incredibly sick since my last update, but I'm on the mend. Also I've been busy with spring break & summer trip planning, and my son's birthday to plan that I've been a little behind. All that time spent either at the doctors, hospital, labs, on the couch, in the bed...far too much time to do little except worry about my health and think about things like coward and his attention whore hooker shoe'd wife.

When I have a little more time, which I will after I finish up some big orders I will get back to this. Soon.

Emotional Abuse

I've been having a really rough couple of weeks physically. My arms, mostly my right which is my dominate has been in so much pain. My hands are almost always cold, and I can't get them warm unless it's in running water or up against a heating pad. The range of motion is lessening, even more so than last year and it scares the living hell out of me. The thought that I will not have use of my arms is terrifying. It's very hard for me to just not use my arms to just let them rest at my side. From using it for work, things around the house, daily actions or even my crafts or gardening--I use my arms. My husband tries to help me out a lot, but I am stubborn and independent and I don't like people to help. I love that they want to, and I do let them sometimes but I don't like feeling helpless.

I wake up stiff, in pain and I go to sleep the same way. Going to the gym helps some, to at least get my heartbeat up and my body moving, but I'm so limited on the machines I can use per my doctors and surgeons. If you looked at me, it would be hard to see the chronic pain I live with. I'm a happy, witty, fun person and my pain in general is not written across my face. When you live with chronic pain, you get to a point where you get used to it. It's not that it's any easier, it's just that to someone else this pain shooting through my neck, and arms would bring them to their knees, but I ride it at an 8 out of 10 all day, and I just get through it.

I wanted to share this poster I came across the other day. It's about emotional abuse. You can't have physical abuse without the emotional, they're inseparable. The wounds can heal from the physical abuse, but the words said stay in your mind sometimes forever. I can say that I've had four of these statements made to me, over and over and over again. Those words are hard to shake, even after all this time. If you've only been on the end of the verbal abuse, RUN, don't walk out of there and to the nearest women's clinic to get help. It will NOT get better; I know, first hand.

 

The call to the Molester Ms Cardosa & the Coward

I am SO PROUD of Jamie for doing this! I cried tears of anger for her, and for what had been done to her. 

I was never molested, but I was beaten, and manipulated into believing what coward told me, and he made himself out to be my savior. Coward, you were and are the furthest thing away from a godsend, like Ms. Cardosa you are a monster. You both will always be that monster too.

I follow this up with Nancy Grace, because she is 100% right that this is what we the victims. need to do.

Hooker Shoes, and the Cobbler

I realized that Coward married his mother. Not figuratively, but by proxy. He's always shown some Oedipal tendencies towards "Southern Nut Bar", his mother.  Hooker shoes is even more delusional and unstable then SNB, and I didn't think that was possible. Everything that coward hated about his mother, her spending, materialism, how long she took to get ready, how she dressed inappropriately around his friends, how she was cold, disconnected, unstable, untrusting, duplicitous, and only cared about her self--and seriously folks this is just the tip of the iceberg on this lady--is like holding a mirror up to hooker shoes.

It must be HELL living with something like hooker shoes. She is by all accounts a nightmare and cold as a mother, and from what I've witnessed first hand, heard from others, and read about that others have shared about her-- I can attest she is as crazy and mean as I make her out to sound.

You can paint lipstick on a pig, but she's still a gold plated hooker shoed pig.

Why Cops Don't belive the victims

I wanted to share this article I read, it's sheds some light on some myths.

http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/jurisprudence/2013/06/why_cops_don_t_believe_rape_victims_and_how_brain_science_can_solve_the.html

Pictures W/ email

I have been asked to share some photo's if you'd like a peek, leave me a comment with a valid email and I'll send you a password.
I forgot to give a email so you can see the photos. 

towardsafterwards@gmail.com

 

Thanks