• Elizabeth the 333rd

    Let’s Talk About Sex

    I sat him down and told him if I say no, that means I do not want to have sex--he believed if we weren't having sex, I must've been having it with someone else-he said, 'That's fine, just tell me and I'll stop.'That night when we went to bed, he rolled over and grabbed me, I said, 'No,' and he rolled away, sat up on the edge of the bed, got dressed and left the house.

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    R.I.P. My Larry Boy

    My baby boy, Larry, died two days ago. Larry was my cat. He was my companion for twenty years and the last black cat in my life for more than twenty-five. I miss him dearly. His chair sits next to mine and when I write, I’d take a few minutes every hour and slip my hand up under his blanket and stroke him. I sit here today stroking the arm of his chair. I keep expecting him to be there, but when I look, I remember. He had a heart murmur, but has been good for two years or more. The other morning though, I’m certain he had a massive…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    All Was Not What It Seemed

    I met my ex-husband at my friends wedding. It was her brother. Their younger step brother was bothering me and he stepped in and put a stop to it. From that day I moved in with several others, to my eventual sister in laws flat. It was down near Scarborough beach. No-one hung around the flat because we were at the beach everyday. My ex-husband began to visit on a regular basis and we eventually started seeing each other. There were huge flashing warning signs screaming, ‘Turn back now,’ but I was young and escaping an abusive woman. I had no-one to talk to about things, so when he took…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    Bullshit Just Gets A New Name

    My ex-husband died last year and his legacy, surreal as it might be for me, is for many others, that, ‘He was a good man.’ In life I allowed his lies to flourish by remaining silent. That was my fault. I also had no intention of speaking ill of his memory, the one he built in the minds of others after I escaped. I will not allow the lie to tarnish my future because I did not speak up again. I remained silent because I chose to live, but new life has been breathed into a new monster. It has been given a new platform created, and held together, with…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    Missing Me

    **No images for this post. It’s too hard to relate how much of a c*** someone is with just a picture… oh, and by the way, please be aware this post contains foul language** I hadn’t planned to run away. I intended on waiting until I was sixteen, but that came and went. I knew I could legally leave, and did, but my father’s wife made things so bad, that when everything fell through, I couldn’t go back. I was physically and mentally unable. I was seventeen when I finally got up the courage. I’d quit my jobs, that’s not the story I told though. I was tired. I worked…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    The Trampoline

    When I was fifteen I was working a lot. I was also a very sporty individual and one contraption I loved was the Trampoline. We’d sometimes go to Mandurah—Western Australia’s down south town—and the caravan park had four huge in the ground trampolines. So, it’s no wonder one of the first things I bought for myself was an above ground one. My younger, but not the youngest sister, was… unpredictable, a dirty fighter, when it came to her and I. We’d get along, but I’d never know when she felt angered, or become upset with me, until I received a cork punch between my shoulder blades while my back was…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    Betrayal

    My teenage years were brutal but knew of no-one I could share my pains with. My daily mantra became: Three more years until I can leave home; two more years until I can leave home; one more year more year until I can leave home. My father’s wife’s actions meant nothing to me. I was numb to her abuse, had psychologically hardened my heart years earlier. I knew I was on my own. Her particular type of tortures were targeted. They began with slaps and welts, and turned into body punches, and psychological abuses the older I got. In my teenage years, my father’s wife would take my siblings and…

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