The Dog Bite

I don’t usually reblog posts. However, when I read this post from Beth Teliho, a woman who has been amazingly positive and supportive since I started blogging, it made my heart ache.

I know many women who need to hear this message and can’t think of a more transparent way to say it.

Thanks to Beth for sharing.

Quick heads up, this post does talk about abuse and miscarriage.

Laura A. Lord

*Trigger Warning: Domestic abuse and miscarriage

I was twenty, in college, working two jobs, and living at home.

He was eighteen, rebellious, on probation, and my mother hated him. In other words, irresistible.

We dated in secret. When my mom found out, she kicked me out of the house in an act of tough love. Unfortunately, this only increased our resolve.

I moved in with him and lost myself in the process.

I quit my jobs, school, my family, friends….everything, but him.

He was uncaring. Manipulative. Controlling. And despite intense jealousy, he cheated constantly.

But I loved him, and protected him with tsunami intensity.

tsunamiI had zero backbone and even less confidence. Raging insecurity took over any shred of logic, feeding the belief that I didn’t deserve to be treated better.

Not long after our two year anniversary, we moved into a tiny garage apartment in seedy East Dallas. The…

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5 thoughts on “The Dog Bite

  1. bethteliho says:

    As are you, my friend. xo

  2. Karen Soutar says:

    Brilliant post. xx

  3. bethteliho says:

    Love you for this. As I said over there, thank you for giving this post another safe place to be seen. xoxo

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