Losing Trust

For many years I fought a personal war in my own home, success came in the form of laughing children, prancing dogs and the absence of FEAR. Domestic violence is difficult, not only to live in but also to escape. Sufficient pressure built over time, I stood up, said "No More" and continued to stand tall. For the first time in my life, I made my own decision, hat tip to Ole Blue Eyes (blowing kisses) "I DID IT MY WAY".


Beyond the tears and legal battles, 2 other lives stood behind me shielded from the despicable arrows. Little was known of the emotional turmoil they have endured having witnessed the outrage in their own home.

Almost 2 years later, their battle scars emerge. Slowly, these little voices speak about their fears then, and the lingering fears now. Apprehension that they may be next to get thrown around. Then they approached the one person they could trust, as least they thought. Only to be betrayed, so disappointed by this loss of trust, a child begins to turn inward, fortunately they came to me. My only hope is that I will not fail them and continue to gain their trust.

Losing trust is devastating.
Betrayal is more painful than punches.
When you lose the trust of a child, you can never earn it back.
Too bad their relatives have crossed the line to the other side.