"one of the sleepover boys sat beside me at the kitchen table and slipped a cigarette into my hand. “I stole this from my dad,” the boy whispered as he sidled up beside me, placing in my hand his one single indulgence, his squirreled away treasure, a solitary Marlboro Red. “ 'I’ve been saving it for the best time.' "
Wow, this is incredible.
Thank you for sharing, this part will really stick with me.
💔 We bear the scars forever. Scar is no longer tender once it matures. But it remains… tougher than normal skin, palpable, visible, indelible. Thank you for your courage.
You are an incredible author. Thank you for sharing your experiences so fucking eloquently and viscerally. I relate to a lot of them. I’m immensely grateful that you survived.
Someone who goes through this NEVER has to listen to someone telling them how to be 'labeled'. Victim, survivor or one-who-lived-a-hard-life or WHATEVER. I will call you a Queen.
Goddammit. This is my very own soul poured out on here. This has been a reoccurring theme. Generational curses they call them. You must not stop writing.
You are a true treasure! The stories of your life are incredible, so raw, and so relatable. And please, once again, never lose your accent! Strong Southern women are the best!
Your writing is amazing. I'm sorry that happened I know that can't change anything but know the way you write is perfect for us. It shows even going through horrible times you find a way to bring in light. For you, it was writing and it's amazing, beautiful.
I’m getting your book! You’ve gone through a lot in your lifetime and I am thankful you share it with all of us. So much to learn from you and mad respect!
I have to say I never really thought about the difference between victim and survivor. When reading your book, I never thought of you as a victim. It never came across as anything other than you simply telling your story. “This is what happened and these things made me the person I am today”. It was a wonderful read and I’m glad it’s out there.
P.S. who the fuck is that guy to tell you how you should feel?!?
Funny that you say that, because that was my response—my honest response—repeatedly throughout the interview: “…. I’m just telling the story of my life? I’m not sure what you want from me?”
"one of the sleepover boys sat beside me at the kitchen table and slipped a cigarette into my hand. “I stole this from my dad,” the boy whispered as he sidled up beside me, placing in my hand his one single indulgence, his squirreled away treasure, a solitary Marlboro Red. “ 'I’ve been saving it for the best time.' "
Wow, this is incredible.
Thank you for sharing, this part will really stick with me.
It sticks with me as one of the greatest acts of kindness I have ever received. A single cigarette from a little boy.
You can't make stuff like that up .. Wow
Insane. No words really, except I’m sorry for all the sorrow you’ve endured and I’m glad you’re on the other side now 🤍.
Thank you. ❤️
💔 We bear the scars forever. Scar is no longer tender once it matures. But it remains… tougher than normal skin, palpable, visible, indelible. Thank you for your courage.
Well-said, and thank you for the kind words.
"Young and wounded, the easiest shot in the forest." Damn, ain't that the truth!
Thank you. I like that line as well.
You are an incredible author. Thank you for sharing your experiences so fucking eloquently and viscerally. I relate to a lot of them. I’m immensely grateful that you survived.
Sending so much love.
🖤
Thank you very much for your kind words. I’m so glad my writing landed with you.
Someone who goes through this NEVER has to listen to someone telling them how to be 'labeled'. Victim, survivor or one-who-lived-a-hard-life or WHATEVER. I will call you a Queen.
THANK YOU.
Goddammit. This is my very own soul poured out on here. This has been a reoccurring theme. Generational curses they call them. You must not stop writing.
I really appreciate you reading my work and am honored it landed with you, but saddened that it landed with you as well. 💕
Same. Saddened that you experienced it too. Proud of you for not giving up.
You are a true treasure! The stories of your life are incredible, so raw, and so relatable. And please, once again, never lose your accent! Strong Southern women are the best!
THANK YOU!
Your writing is amazing. I'm sorry that happened I know that can't change anything but know the way you write is perfect for us. It shows even going through horrible times you find a way to bring in light. For you, it was writing and it's amazing, beautiful.
Thank you very much.
Your life, your stories are pure magnetism. Thank you for the real and the raw.❤️🔥
Hug.🫂
I really appreciate your attention and kind words. Thank you.
I’m getting your book! You’ve gone through a lot in your lifetime and I am thankful you share it with all of us. So much to learn from you and mad respect!
Thank you for reading my book!
So very good.
Thank you. 💕
That you are alive today is testament to your strength - tell that interviewer to just fuck right off!
🙏🙏🙏
I have to say I never really thought about the difference between victim and survivor. When reading your book, I never thought of you as a victim. It never came across as anything other than you simply telling your story. “This is what happened and these things made me the person I am today”. It was a wonderful read and I’m glad it’s out there.
P.S. who the fuck is that guy to tell you how you should feel?!?
Funny that you say that, because that was my response—my honest response—repeatedly throughout the interview: “…. I’m just telling the story of my life? I’m not sure what you want from me?”
I’m so sorry you lived through this I’m glad that you got away I hope you find peace
Thank you.
A very sad account. You seem like a survivor to me. You are tough.
Thank you.