Dan, Dane, David, Husband, Jimmy, Sven, Viktor, Wyatt

I Was A Slut For Sleeping With Him

Write it down, I'm told. Anything you can remember, just write it down. The thing is you want me to remember, to recall events, to be able to tell you about them - but you fail to understand that these particulars, the particulars I am ashamed of, were not that important to me. Not in… Continue reading I Was A Slut For Sleeping With Him

anxiety, depression, Husband

Unpack All The Boxes

I am aware. I am aware of the fact that my actions and reactions in relationships can be categorized as bad, just as bad. Perhaps even worse. Considering I've had such actions used against me. Relationships that changed my entire view of how relationships work and how to, shall we say... survive them. Emotional manipulations,… Continue reading Unpack All The Boxes

Best of, David, depression, Husband, Medical, memories, relationships, Wyatt

Happy Little Compartments

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