I let a friendship go today. Not just any friendship, a best-friendship. Something I've been mulling over for a while now, and while I was sitting in church this morning; likely listening to a very similar sermon to what he'd be listening to, I knew I just needed to rip the bandage off and get… Continue reading Until then… Bye Dane.
This may seem like a break from my usual programming... But I promise, by the end you'll see why I decided to write about this here 😉 It may not be clear to you from my blog, but I have a fascination with the Tudors. For many years I have been interested in the delicate… Continue reading Catherine, you poor pigeon!
I summarized my dealings with David in one main sentence "A Full force whirlwind of terrifying clusterfuck," in my last post. Though I've written parts of the story here and there on the blog and my older readers pretty much know the details, I figured I would rehash the story a little in these last… Continue reading The Story of: A Full Force Whirlwind of Terrifying ClusterF**K
Is there anything new to say? No, I don't really think so. The stories are all in the past; they aren't currently happening. No fresh material to be had. I can't say I'm sorry about that. There's a sense of relief, actually, when I think about that. Though it's all in the past, it is… Continue reading A Full Force Whirlwind of Terrifying Clusterf**k
I've said it many times before. Share your stories, make others aware of the prevalence of the many liberties taken with women without their consent. The first step in changing the rape culture in our society. Now there is a social media trend asking women (and even men!) to make their statuses say "Me Too"… Continue reading Hashtag MeToo
I've been sitting here for an hour, one sentence written - since deleted. I've had this vague sense of what I would write about, but it's hard to express the swirling thoughts about it in my head. I've had the passing thought about the topic for a few days, and then today I stumbled upon… Continue reading God, just move on already, Emma!
Today, in honor of Domestic Violence Awareness Month, I am sharing an old friend's abuse story, these are her words as she shared them with me. Her identity is purposely withheld. People seem to think if someone abuses you then that must have been that way your whole relationship, when usually that’s not the case.… Continue reading He Out Weighed Me by at Least 100 Lbs
In honor of Domestic Violence Awareness Month, which starts this weekend, I did a poll on my facebook to gauge how many of my facebook friends had been assaulted or experienced domestic violence/abuse. The majority that answered were not cases I already knew about, so you'd think that would be surprising. Perhaps I have become… Continue reading It Ceases To Surprise Me
Two days until October, and you know what that means! No, no... well... yes, Halloween; but that's not what I'm here to talk about this evening. It was brought to my attention today that here in America, October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. One of the other blogs I follow (When I Thought I was… Continue reading Domestic Violence Awareness Month
It’s become popular in the English-speaking world to reference the Danish word “Hygge,” a somewhat untranslatable word as far as we English speakers go – a word that does not have a direct single word translation in our language. A mystery, perhaps, why we never thought to have our own word for such an activity,… Continue reading Danish Hygge Vs Swedish Mysa
The thing is, for many years, I built up my walls and buried emotions deep down... I'd remain calm and like a duck out of water, I'd let a whole lot of stuff roll off my back. Eventually my suppressed emotions would bubble over until I breathed fire if and when certain people stepped over… Continue reading I’ve Caught The Feels
I took my own advice yesterday and marched into my boss' office after my shift and informed her I would not be returning this morning. I had originally gave her a month's notice which would have had my last shift be this coming Monday... but I was convinced to stay on as casual after that… Continue reading Sunday Night Blues; the second edition
Compartmentalization: without realizing it; it's what I do. I divide my mind into happy little compartments. No... Not all of them are happy. The ones that are not happy... Well, I happily ignore. Well... I ignore them in any case. Self destructive behaviour I've had in the past, behaviour that I am ashamed of that… Continue reading Happy Little Compartments
You guys - Geek Emma had some excitement yesterday in the form of... Squeeeeee.... The new Wonder Woman movie! To be honest I've never watched the old show with Lynda Carter and I haven't read most of her comics (though I do have an anthology of the war-time comics that I plan to sit and… Continue reading I will fight, for those who can not fight for themselves.
Post #6 in my recycling series... only 2-3 more to go, I promise 😉 This one is from September 2015 and the content has been changed a fair bit (the second half deleted and replaced by different content) so it is not actually by rights the same post 🙂 My friend posted a quote on FB for… Continue reading Reblogging Emma: Tell Your Stories (revamped)
Post #3 in my flashback/recycling series - this one was also made private awhile back and was a continuation of the first post I posted in this series (An Evil Woman.) Originally posted in December 2015. A few months ago I was laying in bed reading or writing or some such literary activity when my… Continue reading Reblogging Emma: I’m a Mean Wife
Post number one for my recycling of old posts series, this one is originally from December 2015- this one was actually made private awhile back when my husband expressed displeasure at being talked about on my blog. He has now; however, eased on that front. So here you go: re-sharing an incident that I still… Continue reading Reblogging Emma: An Evil Woman
The kid was adorable, if I must admit. I call him a kid because he was a year and a half plus a day younger than I and as teenagers that gap felt enormous. As if that whole extra year and a day really made a difference - I had dated Andre earlier in the… Continue reading Melodic Memories
I have been largely absent the last few days here on WordPress... not even my usual stalking of the reader pane that occurs most every day... one or two posts read only and certainly no writing to be had. I've wanted to desperately, but at the same time did not have the mental capacity nor… Continue reading My complex about the man…
I've said it before - I hate to cry over men. Really it's more of a hate to let them see that I'm crying over them. Eventually, the closer I get and the longer I know them the more likely they are statistically to witness an outpouring of emotion I am unable to control before… Continue reading Big Girls Don’t Cry