Pages tagged with Spousal Abuse

We we talk about spousal abuse many times the men who have been abused are never talked about. This series will focus on abused men.
We we talk about spousal abuse many times the men who have been abused are never talked about. This series will focus on abused men
We we talk about spousal abuse many times the men who have been abused are never talked about. This series will focus on abused men.
Today's topic is about abused women. What can we do about it and most importantly how can we prevent it. The series will end with a case study of a battered Montreal women and the role her friends played in her support.
Like our previous series on child abuse, female abuse runs rampant all over the world
Like our previous series on child abuse, female abuse runs rampant all over the world
Like our previous series on child abuse, female abuse runs rampant all over the world
Like our previous series on child abuse, female abuse runs rampant all over the world.
Like our previous series on child abuse, female abuse runs rampant all over the world.
Like our previous series on child abuse, female abuse runs rampant all over the world.
A spouse’s desire..This is just a feeling I experience when talking with younger women married to olderish men
Opinions spouses You think it's easy staying away from spouses
Candy has been in an increasingly abusive marriage for years. She has made excuses for her husband and never thought of herself as "one of those women". Then the realization hits her, she knows she has to do something for her own safety...and her son's.
~the boy enjoyed vacations at grandpa’s ranch~sitting on the porch, his .22 rifle on his lap~crow in the corn~he raises the .22~drops it with a single shot~the old man comes running out~drags the boy to the garden~”look what you’ve done”~he cringes at the old man’s anger~...
~she wakes in the middle of the night~wonders where she is~wonders who she is~five-years-old she knows~she has to get away~into the night like her daddy~when he was a little boy~before prison~Harley Davidsons & guns~
~ I stood in the schoolyard weeping on that chill November day when John Kennedy, our prince of Camelot, lay dying, made a study of assassins from Booth to… ~
~I can’t find my ass in the dark with hands, invisible arms, a tactile prisoner of light whose eyes demand proof and purchase, the illusive wall of life~
~My youngest son of twenty-three years returned to California with me to spend a few days visiting. Momma was with us in her plastic bag in the black plastic box with the lid that will never close~
~these hands have known the woman in all her moods and graces as she led them through the darkness into her secret places~even as she touched them…~
~rock ‘n roll~raw ‘n real~got my motor runnin’~high road to hell~screamin’ like a banshee when the bottom broke and fell~
~ Dead poets speak through their silence~they whisper “Return never more”~A child looks in the mirror~wonders, ‘Why in hell was I born’~
~ Why don’t you take me out walkin’ until my feet are under water~my eyes are full of sand~I’ll look down and wonder~all gritty~where the hell did they go~
Gospel Song~take a step in the God light~place a brick in the wall~for the house dwells within you~place a brick in the wall~
~A rock ‘n roll drinking anthem~I found the whiskey man one day~his head down on the bar~I’d never had to hold him up~that boiler maker star~
A rock ‘n roll song~Went round to the dance hall~sign was on the door~said entrance not for everyone~just madmen, wolves, and whores~
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