Comments on: Tabatha

By: Lindsay

Lindsay — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 02:34:29 +0000

Just because you sometimes still struggle doesn’t diminish the fact you’re here and are a survivor. Your story really touched me. Thank you.

By: Fran

Fran — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 20:26:19 +0000

Tabatha, Bless you for sharing. I’m glad things are better for you.

By: Lillian

Lillian — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 23:03:06 +0000

I believe you, too. Thank you for having the strength to survive, to share your story and to be there for your own family.

By: Al_Pal

Al_Pal — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:17:54 +0000

I believe you.
Thank you for sharing.

By: schmutzie

schmutzie — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 17:23:41 +0000

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By: david

david — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 18:32:32 +0000

just to say, I am learning more about this, and YOU have helped me.
God bless you this thanksgiving with a bounty of love

By: Mary

Mary — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 02:12:40 +0000

Thank you for sharing. I am starting to have those feelings l that the story is changing around me, that some details are exaggerated because I don’t know what is real anymore. It has been almost one year for me, and I hope that in 9 more years, I can be as strong as you. Thank you!

By: we_be_toys

we_be_toys — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 00:35:48 +0000

I believe you. Thank you for telling your story again.

By: Arby

Arby — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:41:37 +0000

You are not wrong. People who cannot hear the truth are people who cannot handle the truth. It is painful when they are the people we should be able to count upon in times of need. Keep learning, keep growing, and keep finding people who will listen. They are a blessing from above.

By: Tabatha

Tabatha — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:25:07 +0000

First of all, thank you all so much for your kindness and support. You can’t imagine what it means to me.

@Emily — I was fifteen and my parents were amidst a divorce. There wasn’t much room for the apparent histrionics of a teenager while the adults were dealing with “real” issues. He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend of any substance — the theory was that I made it up “because he broke my heart.” It’s still not talked about, ever, even by me anymore.