Tuesday morning here in Fresno, California. Just finished my daily chores and now sitting here writing this page on the blog while drinking my coffee. There is nobody here to tell me to get off of it or to tell me that I am ugly and that nobody wants me. There is nobody in my life now that can manipulate me and as much as they should try, they will never succeed. Nobody controls me, humiliates me, degrades me and my family or curses at me. It took years of abuse before I put a stop to it. During those years, I didn't know it was abuse. I thought if he didn't hit me hard then it was o.k.. I was told I was not pretty and when I look back at the pictures of me during those years I see that I was beautiful. I was told my cooking was awful and disgusting. Nobody tells me that today. They all love my cooking especially my homemade tortillas and salsa. I was blamed for anything and everything. Nobody does that to me now.
It took years of abuse but I am glad to say that right now and on this day I feel free. Free at last. Free from all the pain.
Now I have a life.
Sad to say, my Jeannette witnessed it all. Maybe that is why she also thought it was normal to be abused. Pobresita mija
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