I wanted to live. He put his hand around my neck and squeezed. His hand was sweaty and his breathing was calm. Our eyes met, his had lost their twinkle, deviating dark months ago; mine were pleading for their life. His face showed no emotion. I meant nothing to him. Something caught my peripheral view; […]
Tag Archives: Domestic Abuse
A Letter to My Sister’s Murderer
posted by The Sisterwives
Before the Sisterwives came about, I was unaware of the beauty which is Kim Sisto Robinson. But when I started reading her words, I was absolutely floored. More than anyone I’d read previously, I could relate to her writing. I too know the pain of a sister’s murder and I felt a kinship with her […]
Lasting First Impressions (Part 2)
posted by The Sisterwives
(If you missed Part 1, click here.) That was younger Don. That was before blogging Don. It sounds silly, but reading blog posts on different subjects ranging from physical abuse and drug addiction to prostitution, etc., has made me a better person and police officer. Long before I ever decided to start my own blog, […]
Lasting First Impressions (Part 1)
posted by The Sisterwives
When I was a little girl, I feared policemen. I can’t pinpoint why. I grew up in a law abiding home, so I had no real reason to be afraid, but for some reason, they looked scary to me, intimidating with their dark uniforms, big sticks and guns. Once when my mom got pulled over […]
Monsters
posted by The Sisterwives
I’m introducing this post, because this blogger, Goldfish, is very dear to my heart. She is courageous in ways that go beyond words. She walks through this world, with her head held high and her arms ready to hold those who suffered the way she did.She writes theseĀ painful words only in the hopes that she […]
He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)
posted by Samara
*Trigger Warning: Domestic abuse In the history of the world, no one has ever loved anyone the way I loved my husband. I felt that way all the way up until the moment he dislocated my rib cage. He bought me my first car. I didn’t own a car until I was in […]