Tonight I’m writing from a place I never expected to be again: the house I used to call home. I’m here temporarily while my wife is in Chicago visiting her family for Christmas week. I am helping with the dogs, sleeping in the same bed where I spent so many nights trying to convince myself... Continue Reading →
When the Damage Runs Deep: A Husband’s Honest Look at Emotional Abuse, Healing, and the Unknown
The journey to this point has been brutal.It’s worn me down in ways I never thought possible. Heck, in ways I never knew could be possible. And while I’m still standing, I’m not the same man I was. Not even close. This didn’t happen overnight.It happened slowly, over years—until one day I realized the version... Continue Reading →
The Quiet Damage: What Emotional and Verbal Abuse Really Does to You
For years, I didn’t realize I was being emotionally and verbally abused. There were no bruises, no screaming fights. Just constant tension, confusion, and the slow erosion of my sense of self. It was the perfect example of death by a 1000 cuts. Eye rolls, snapping of fingers, walking away, the criticism disguised as advice,... Continue Reading →