Luna Luna

For the other women out there that have made it through domestic violence, please be prepared to bawl your eyes out. It was very very triggering for me, like an autobiographical accounting of my life the last 10 years. From the abusers name to the emotional ricochet of others’ expectations and judgements, the fight for respect to the never-ending climb to the surface for just a minute of air to breathe… the struggle between buying the treat you want versus the birthday balloons for your child’s birthday even when you can’t afford a party, because you want them to remember that you for live them… affording daycare… having more month than money… figuring out cough medicine or groceries… having a safe place to live… gas in the car, affording the car… so stressed you don’t sleep… never losing your cool in front of the kids… and doing that for years. And then one person who loves YOU more than your mess comes along… that olive branch is the difference between giving in or pushing on. Please. Please watch it. Please have a large supply of tissues. Please be patient with single moms. You may not like what we do or how we do it. You may disagree with our choices. And this isn’t all of our stories. But it’s one helluva lot like mine.