Just the daily(ish) thoughts & ramblings from an Army wife and mother of three.
We are located at the teeny tiniest post in Germany & loving every minute of it
I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…
Skin patches? Birthmarks?
Scars? Stretch marks?
Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?
Missing a few pieces?
handsome as ever~
Feel like you just look weird?
you’re fantastic looking~
I will never stop reblogging this
A personal note..
I was with my daughters father for 2 years. He was both emotionally and physically abusive. Here a tiny bit of it.. and why I decided to stay and ultimately, thankfully, leave.
I had a boyfriend, who I thought I loved. He had moments where he would be amazing, but then he had his other side. I remember one time, my friend played a joke on him for April fools. He wasn’t happy and dumped an entire soda on me in front of our friends. It was embarrassing. But I didn’t know any better. What 16 year old would.
I found out I was pregnant 2 months later.. During my pregnancy, he was emotionally abusive.. He was friends with a guy I didn’t like anymore. This guy was mad at me for some reason and kept telling me he was going to kick my ass and kick me in the stomach. My ex did nothing. Thankfully, this was over the phone. My ex didn’t see the big deal.
The anger my ex had go worse after our daughter was born. A few times he had hit me.. I remember one time he slapped me,hard, while I held the little miss. It was hard enough that I ended up banging her head and made her cry.
Still.. I had hope. I wasn’t raised with a complete family, and I wanted that for L so bad. He would seem like he was trying to better himself and I was happy. I thought thin were looking up for us.
In May 2008, we took L (now 1) to the park. I remember it being such an awesome day. Beautiful out. When we got home (his parents) L was playing with her toys while I sat watching TV. My ex asked for some money for new pants for a job interview he had the next day. Since I worked, I said OK.. and asked if we both could go. Apparently, he didn’t like that idea, because he started yelling at me. Next thing I knew, my head hurt and face was burning because he threw an unopened bottle of hot sauce at my head.
His parent were home and his father ( a former Fireman) took a look at my head and told me I was OK. I called my step mom, told her what happened and pack what I could for L & I. We left and I went to my dads & step moms.
She looked at my head and told me it was still bleeding and we went to the ER. I ended up getting several staples in head, which was awful. My doctor informed the police and they asked me if I wanted to press charges. Me, still being dumb, said no. Thankfully, in Florida, I really had no choice. Later that night, the police found him wandering around the neighborhood and he was arrested and charged with domestic violence.
I stayed because I thought he could/would change. I prayed he would. He didn’t. He couldn’t. Not for me, and not for her. That’s why I left.
After I took our daughter and left him, he was forced to get help. His parents couldn’t hide their heads in the sand anymore.. they couldn’t make it better for him. And he got better.
It has been 6 years now. He is still pretty quick to anger, but he is able to manage it now.
Unfortunately, my story isn’t the worst out there. So many victims of domestic abuse/violence have had it so bad. It’s easy to victim shame.. and it’s easy to wonder, “Why did s/he stay?”.. especially if you have never been in that situation. But it’s not as easy as you think. You put years and time into it, and you think that the moments outweigh the bad. Your brain isn’t working right. You hope until either s/he does change or until you lose it. Please don’t victim shame. Not unless you walk in their shoes.
- 14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
- 17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
- 21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?
I have stretch marks.
Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.