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I read the article from Darlene Oakley and while I was sitting at my office computer it opened a floodgate of tears. There I was!
It all started when I entered menopause, or so I thought, from then on my life became a constant barrage of hurtful mental abuse. All under the guise, Oh I want to help you. Never a caring supportive or sweet word. And it is still going on. No counselor or shrink could help. Of course he knows better what's wrong with me. Nothing is wrong with him, once in a while there is a token, I know I have my issues. It has become a joke for me, because he is convinced he has NO issues. I have totally 'removed" myself spiritually and sexually and trying to cope with the sadness and emptiness..

March 19, 2015 - 2:45pm

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