I cannot give all the detail leading up to this particular event, however wanted to share what I could recall. The event is perfectly clear in my mind. Maybe, by the time this particular event happened, I had already began to ignore or tune out the incessant rambling that ensued after a day of online… Continue reading “Crawl on All Fours and Bark Like the Bitch You Are”
Jumped forward a bit in "The Dave Files", however I needed to share this, being the five-year anniversary... It started like any typical Saturday morning. Woke as normal, had breakfast and started getting the equipment ready for the day. I had... that is, we had a DJ Company. The company, and everything contained within it,… Continue reading “This is Where I Die” , I Thought as I Blacked Out, January 24, 2014 (detailed account, possible triggers)
Dave got off the Greyhound bus, then he called me… He explained that he began having a breakdown and was acting crazy, demanding that the driver pull over, let him off and allow him to get his bags from underneath the bus. It wasn’t a little white lie that landed him on that bus. He… Continue reading He Didn’t Leave!
Something didn’t seem quite right about the stories my new boyfriend, Dave, was telling me. Equipped with the paycheck I found in the computer case, I proceeded to reach out to Mt. Sinai of Queen’s HR Department to find out where exactly department 19 employees were assigned. “That’s the emergency department”, the woman stated. No… Continue reading Did The Truth “Set Me Free”?
I had planned on writing about having Post Concussion Syndrome when I walked down the aisle and married my abuser, then I allowed my mind to go off on its own. It landed at the beginning of this chapter of my life. I separated from my first husband in early 2009. Enter Dave… I met… Continue reading A Match Made In YoVille?
Posturing is an abusive narcissist's go-to... June 18, 2016 post Regarding Dave (2nd husband~abuser) I appreciate all of my friends and family that tolerated him until I was able to get him out safely. He moved out at the end of April and signed the deed of my house back to me. We kept this… Continue reading He took pieces so small I didn’t realize they were being taken, until I was no longer myself.