ramblingsbyamy

I have been writing recently on this blog about domestic abuse violence and the hurt it causes. The hurt extends further than the beatings most people assume domestic abuse and violence, because it is a whole slew of things together which fit into the equation.

It is the name calling, the crap where a ‘loving partner’ says you will never find someone as good as me. It is the hitting, biting, and scratching. It is when a ‘loving partner’ removes the spark plugs so you cannot get away to visit family. It is when you do go away, and something bad happens at home such as in the next paragraph.

My niece was in the psych ward as a teenager, and my sister did not want to make the 3 hour drive each way by herself so I went with her. My husband did not like this at all, but I refused to listen to his rants and I went. I come home that day and my favorite bird was dead, I went into to check on his mate after my husband told me at the door about the first bird. I seen the mate take her last breath. Nothing can be proved, but both seemed fine when I left that morning.