Unseen scars
Once upon a time there was a man whose presence evoked a fear in me that made me question who I was. Few know this part of my life, I am seen as a strong, opinionated woman and yet I was emotionally abused. When you are abused everything you do makes you think if what you are doing will stir him up. You check out the mood in the room he is in before you enter. You know when he stops by at work that it isn’t for the sweet reason’s he said to your co-workers, it’s to make you afraid. You look twice in the shadows to see if he is watching you & then you pray that you are where you said you would be at that specific moment of time.
My scars weren’t seen my many but they were seen by my child and that added to the art of self-loathing. Abuse can happen in many forms to anyone. I just never thought it would happen to me. Thank God that was a truth of my past.
Posted on October 15th, 2007 by admin
Filed under: Voices
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