I don’t even know how to write this without my chest tightening, but maybe that’s the point. Maybe I need to stop holding it in and just say it: my heart is broken. Not from one explosive fight or some dramatic betrayal (but yes, those, too), but from the quiet, constant ways he shows me that my feelings don’t matter. It’s death by a thousand cuts. A turned-away glance when I need connection. A silence when I need reassurance. A shrug when I say, “that hurt me.” And then, whe

Series Introduction A note from The Daughter of Sabr. REAL. RAW. HERE I AM. is a three-part series about surviving love, betrayal, abuse,...

The Day I Learned Silence Can Be Louder Than Screaming   I was in the back seat of a car that smelled like Marlboro Reds, sweat, and...

Before I knew how broken the world could be. Before I learned how sharp words can cut, or how silence can scream. Before I started...