Death on your lips: Now I see the cost of silence in the face of injustice. This time, the costs are mine to bear.
Runaway slave: Fleeing was imperative. This was no condition for a human being.
Can’t wait to be just your baby mama: You’ll always be the children’s dad,
Or just sperm donor…either way, your card!
Deadbeats: Beneath the skin of the loudest drums, there’s only emptiness inside.
Fierce She Was: ‘I am’ from within and not from without. I was always enough. Now I know not to doubt.
Infallible: “Though the child never asked to be born, she was to be grateful for simply being fed and accommodated, and should expect nothing more.”
Toxic Charades: Your head is spinning because it doesn’t make sense. But…he is so full of conviction, you must be wrong…
I Am Not Your Spouse: Not your helpmate, no not for a louse.
Beguiled: That all along it was just you. It simply was not me.
Red Flags: The signs and cycle of abuse are always there, but gradually increase with each carpet-swept disrespect; a test to unlock a new level of dehumanization.
