To Rest on the Wings of Tomorrow

This doesn’t have to be my whole story

Photo by Nila Maria on Unsplash

My ex-husband. He.

Because I can’t talk about it with strangers; because I can’t talk about it at all. Domestic violence didn’t leave bruises, and yet, it left its mark on me. On the good days, I feign like everything is normal. I smile at my neighbor; I make small talk at the gym. I pretend because pretending is a…

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Hope Rising

Hope Rising

Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at https://ko-fi.com/aashaanna