Forty-two years ago this month, I married the man who would become my abuser. He had already altered the trajectory of my life, and our short, three-year marriage would continue to shift my life path in ways unimaginable. I usually try to ignore the date when it comes around, but, ironically, October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month.
The first way I coped with this shocking turn of events in my life was to write about it. No big surprise there. Although, I only spent three years married to my abuser, it impacted my life and my children’s lives permanently. I moved forward quickly, thanks to a loving and supportive family and friends. Not everyone gets that, though. That’s why I’ve spent years speaking to people about the issue and working to educate women of their options.
I have written some pretty harrowing short stories about abuse (and some difficult posts on this blog). For two of my short stories, I recorded a video of me reading them and uploaded them to YouTube. (If you follow my author blog, An Eclectic Muse, you probably have seen these, already.)
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. To draw attention to this cause, I’m sharing the links to the two stories. Both are works of fiction, although one is based on one of my actual experiences.
The first one is Gentle Snow:
This one is Pieces: