Several children of both genders, mostly grown.
Pastor’s daughter, deacon’s wife.
Writing under an assumed name.
No, that isn’t my picture over there though I do like purple.
Married over three decades to an abusive man who openly admits to hating women.
Seriously wish he realized this before marrying one.
Yes, I know men are abused at times too. I’m not writing to men. I wouldn’t know how.
All stories are factual.
Names and places changed for various reasons.
I’m still afraid.
Amended as of: November 3, 2013
The divorce is so close I can taste the crunchy goodness.
The day the papers are signed, I’m throwing a party. Literally. Yes, I’m now one of those kind of women.
Still writing under an assumed name for the sake of peace. It fits in a way the married name never did.
Taking my name back, day by day, in ways beyond imagining.
The kids found the blog. We had much to discuss.
Took a long hiatus from blogging to concentrate on healing my family.
Speaking the truth openly is essential to freedom.
My name is Connie.
I’m no longer afraid.