I believe in ‘HEA’ – Happily Ever After’. When my fairytale life came crashing down around me, I began writing to feed my dream, to keep me sane and give me hope.
I was never ‘physically abused’; and I’m sure that to be in such a relationship is awful – that someone thinks that they can beat you would be horrible. However, at least black eyes and broken bones are visible proof of abuse.
Being unappreciated is difficult – being constantly belittled demoralizing. To have the person you love – the person, who should be your biggest supporter – look through you, as if you didn’t exist, is disheartening.
It is even more insidious because there are no visible signs – no black eyes or broken bones. There are nothing, but accusations of mental instability, of imaginary wrongs and paranoia. And the invisibility of the abuse is excruciating.
So I began to write to heal myself . . . to reinstate my Happily Ever After Life!