..because the thoughts that fall, kicking and screaming from my head need a safe place to land..
When I was still married to Farquhar Bastardcelot we lived in a house by the sea. It had three bedrooms. Princess PITA had one, Fartichoke had another and FB had the biggest. Our marriage was a war zone and I used to sleep on the couch. Princess PITA would never go into FB's room, I … Continue reading The Red Eyed Man
Sometimes people can’t grasp the concept of why we stayed with toxic people. I say “WE” because I was a battered spouse. I had so many bones broken that I stopped counting - yet I didn’t leave.. When you’re in the middle of a war zone all you can think about is a safe place … Continue reading Domestic Abuse
Bitchin’ in the Kitchen 