Your comment is true for so many teens. You don't even know what you should do 1/2 the time, never mind what you should expect of your boyfriend or husband. Wow. Great story. Pat
Jan 11, 2011 Rating
Christmas and Holidays by: Jennasy
I remember being left home with the kids. He would say he was running to the store, and not come back for days. I remember splitting a large amount of money I had with him (I was young, and didn't know any better.. only 17 or so), I asked him to spend the money on the kids for Christmas and I would do the same.
He spent every penny all right, he took off and never did buy them gifts, I am glad I did because they would have had nothing.
I still look back at those days. I was young. Today I am 38, so it is a much different picture to me. I think I am more angry at the fact that someone can do that to me and my girls, and not feel bad about it.
Jennasy
Jan 04, 2011 Rating
Holidays are not always warm and fun by: Anonymous
What you have written about Your life at Holiday time shows what many women have experienced. Your perspective will teach and help others. Thank you! Pat http://bit.ly/ruralwriter
Jan 04, 2011 Rating
Holidays are not always warm and fun by: Anonymous
What you have written about Your life at Holiday time shows what many women have experienced. Your perspective will teach and help others. Thank you!
Pat
http://bit.ly/ruralwriter
Jan 04, 2011 Rating
Ugly Christmas memories and creating positive, new ones by: Suzanne Perry
Reprinted from my Yahoo Contributor column.
Thankful to Be Out of an Abusive Relationship, Advice to Enjoy Your Holiday
There is Always Something to Be Thankful For, Find it - and Thank It
What does Christmas mean to you? Here is one account. Hopefully it will spark something inside you to appreciate this holiday just a little bit more than if you didn't read this article.
In what I call my old life, I was controlled and abused by a nasty man that I thought was the all-knowing and all-respected. Usually on Christmas Eve, we'd spend it at his relatives, and lots of drinking took place, and traditionally, whiskey broke out.
I would be the designated driver and watch my husband drink himself through the happy stage, and cruise thru the pensive stage, the confused and then angry, and then to a lethargic state, and then he'd pass out on the ride home.
I would have to get the kids to bed, the new presents out of the car and put away, get him handled and then start playing Santa Claus, getting the presents I had wrapped from the closet and setting them just right around the tree. If I didn't understand a drunken syllable and misplaced a present, I was called obscenities and hit. Life was a bundle of nerves if his instructions weren't followed exactly.
