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Thank you so much for being so honest and for sharing your story. You're really brave --- and your courage is inspiring.
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You are so brave for sharing this story. And never say never. You may yet have a future relationship with your children. Not the ideal one perhaps, but some relationship.
And if not, you'll know that you did what you had to for them in the end.
Those abusers with connections suck. I hope there's a special little bit of hell than only they experience to make up for not getting punished here. After all, I believe this life is really just a small sliver of our overall journey.
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Truly it is a miracle you have not only survived, but are thriving in a good relationship. Being bipolar is an additional struggle, I know as my mother is also bipolar, but you are strong and can manage it. You've overcome so much! Thank you for sharing your story here.
As I read your post, I was overwhelmed by two feelings -- awe and heartache. You are very, very brave for sharing your past. I don't know that I could ever be so brave. And my heart aches that anyone, let alone a child, should have to suffer the things that you did.
I'm glad you met your husband. (I don't think the ex even deserves the title of husband).
I wish you well.
What a harrowing tale. My heart goes out to you. You deserve every bit of happiness you've found, and more. I wish you continued strength and healing. Blessings upon you, and your children, and your husband, who sounds like a real find.
I'm so saddened that *any*one has to experience such pain at the hands of others. Thank you for sharing your story with us -- I believe that just that simple, brave act can help change things.
I am beyond words. My heart yearns to hold you. My inner child wants to curl up with you and cry.
The things you have endured are beyond my imagining, but I am ecstatic you can find a voice to tell these horrors from a place of strength and safety.