Ahhh, you think I'd be used to this single mom thing by now. But, I have
found every day is different, and each dawn comes with its own challenges. A
wise woman once told me the best I can do is to live each day with
integrity.
For me, it’s not living with
integrity – it’s surviving with integrity.
And a survivor I am.
As my
journey is revealed throughout these blog posts, it is my hope that my words
may speak and come alive for another.
I am one, but I no longer stand alone.
I know that now, but for many years I thought just the opposite.
One in four women throughout their lifetime
will personally experience or be exposed to some degree of domestic abuse.
Feelings of isolation and seclusion were
prominent; living with an abusive man can be a very solitary existence.
Masters of control and manipulation, they are
very adept at pulling you away from every comfort you once knew – including
your own self-confidence.
Many who have witnessed or experienced abuse do not speak up, fearful of
what may happen if they do.
Because of
this understandable fear, the statistics on abused women are not concrete, and
many court systems as well as counselors underestimate the unyielding power an
abusive man holds.
In turn, many
therapists, judges, and law enforcement officials often do not give the abused
the help they so desperately need in times of crises.
I know all this not only because I have been
down that muddled path, but because I have learned through self instruction and
through counseling with a local crises center the tools and education I need to
move on, and to move up.
Some days this blog will be about my struggle or my survival, some about my past
or educational tools for the future.
Others will be about the mundane and sometimes overwhelming day to day
tasks a single mother faces, or even just the silliness of having a twelve year
old, a nine month old, two cats, and a fifteen year old blind, deaf dog – all
in the same household -
with only one
woman coordinating it all.
(To confirm
the silliness – I must share with you the afternoon the rice fell off the top
shelf of the pantry, scattering all over the floor, right after we came out of hiding
in the closet from a tornado warning with the electricity being out.
This was shortly followed by my oldest son
dropping a can of root beer which subsequently exploded all over the tile.
In the midst of it all, the poor old blind,
deaf dog piddled on the kitchen floor in the confusion.
True story.
I kid you not.
Welcome to my
world!)
I do not want my journey to only
be about the heavy or the oppressive, because there is so much more to it than
that.
There IS joy, and there IS hope,
and I want to convey that.
And when it
is all said and done, the dry rice on the floor which is absorbing the root
beer in the dark which is being spread around by the dog wandering around
really is funny, if you stop and think about it.
If you are reading this and are in an abusive relationship yourself, please
use caution if you are using your home computer. An abuser will check your activity, whether
it be via phone records, computer history, or travel itineraries. Make sure at the least to clear your
computer’s history, cache, and cookies, and for your own safety, use a public
computer or go to a trusted friend or family member for the use of their
PC. Many cities have crises centers for
domestic abuse; if you are ready to seek help please utilize the wonderful
resources they offer, or go to a trusted friend or family member to have them
help you institute your safety plan as leaving an abuser can be a potentially
dangerous situation.
