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The Magic Kingdom and the Midnight Malady: A Disney Horror Story Sometimes, as a parent, you try so hard to manufacture a "core memory" that the universe decides to push back. Hard. A few years ago, my husband was in Orlando for USPS training. We decided to turn the end of his trip into a grand surprise: the kids and I would drive up, meet him, and spend a magical day at Disney World. The drive there was full of excitement and "We’re going to see Mickey!" energy. The night we

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING:  This post discusses physical violence, choking, and thoughts of self-harm. The Paper-Thin Walls: Industrial Glue and the Breaking Point After my husband's "triumphant" return from his one-week stint in the Navy, we moved into a duplex. I hoped the change of scenery would help, but the only thing that changed was the audience. Instead of his family hearing the abuse through the floorboards, it was the neighbors through our shared wall. I knew if I could he

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING:  This post discusses the systematic isolation and emotional manipulation used in abusive relationships. The Illusion of a Fresh Start: Boot Camp, Basements, and the 3-Day Ultimatum I told myself that July would be our "Reset Button." From November 2003 to July 2004, we lived in his father’s basement on my Kroger income while my husband worked on getting his GED to qualify for the Navy. I have very few clear memories of those months—mostly just a blur of cr

The Art of the "Reset": Dirty Faces, Onesie Dances, and Total Freedom The last few chapters I’ve shared have been heavy. They are necessary parts of the painting, but they aren't the whole story. Today, I wanted to hit the "pause" button on the past and share a glimpse of the messy, hilarious, and incredibly safe life we’ve built. The Apology I Carry I often find myself apologizing to my daughter. I look at her childhood versus the childhood my young boys are having now, and

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains a detailed account of the first instance of physical domestic violence and the emotional manipulation used to justify it. Please prioritize your mental health and skip this post if you aren't in a place to process this today. The Beginning of the End By 2003, I thought I had the sketch of my life figured out. I had a beautiful baby girl, I had finished my first semester of art school with top grades, and I was working hard to support my

The Question That Stings: "Why Didn't You Just Leave?" We’ve all seen the videos. A brave woman stands in front of a camera, baring her soul about the domestic shadows she escaped, only to be met with a comment section full of: “Why did you stay so long?” It’s a question that feels like a second blow. I’m starting this blog because I want to answer that. I want to explain how you can go from an honors student with an art scholarship to a person who doesn't recognize herself i

⚠️ Trigger Warning:  This post discusses the long-term impact of childhood SA and the theft of innocence. Please protect your peace while reading. The Weight of Eleven: A Realization I Wasn’t Ready For They say time heals all wounds, but I’ve realized that time also brings a different kind of clarity. Sometimes, you’re just living your life—running errands, grabbing lunch, being a "boy mom"—and then the gravity of the past hits you with the force of a tidal wave. I recently s

The Next Generation of Artist: King Cat and the Creative Spark Reflections on Support, Community, and a Four-Year-Old’s Vision Before we dive back into the deeper, heavier parts of my story, I wanted to share something that has been bringing so much light into our home lately. They say art is a language, and it turns out my nearly five-year-old son, Alex, is already becoming quite fluent. Finding Our Village: Creative Liberties I have been incredibly lucky to know the owners

I guess after the introduction to me the next step would be a timeline of my life. To help give a general sense of when things happened so as I randomly spew knowledge about my life you can somehow piece it all together. I was born on a dark and gloomy night to an amazing mom and dad..... just kidding. We will skip ahead a few years. 2003 Graduted high school, Birth of my first born, married the "sweetheart", left college, and moved to bump fuck egypt Tennessee. 2004 Married

Welcome to the Art of Survival: A Director of Operations, a Mom of Four, and a Survivor I assume the first thing I should do on a blog is introduce myself and try to explain why I think my life is important enough for you to read about. Maybe it isn’t. Maybe this whole thing is just a clever way for me to avoid paying for therapy when I don't actually have the free time for a therapist—or for writing a blog, for that matter. But here we are. The Stats (Because I know you’re w