about me 

i was raised by a malignant narcissist mother that who taught me i was ugly and stupid before i hit puberty. i ran away from her at the age of 12 and went to live with my dad, my imperfect hero. he died when i was 26. my mother still exists.

 

i share a child with a harassing sociopath i barely escaped from,  who hasn't stopped insidiously trolling my private affairs and family life since. my mother loves him so much she dumped me for him, and has clearly taught him her evil tricks. she always went after boys i dragged home, just to prove she was more desirable. daddy issues much, Mrs. Robinson?

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i consider myself a survivor of evil (the willful choice to do harm). sadly, i'm one of too many. and even more sadly, many of us didn't make it.

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i've rebuilt my life from scratch, with little to no support from family. in the process, i've met the love of my life, who blessed me with a beautiful blended family, a humbling experience of love and learning, and the courage and faith to believe in myself again.

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i live a grateful life as much as i can. and when i suck at it, i do my best to make up for it. you can too!