Category: fairytales

Fairytale Dragons

  
This works the same in “real” life doesn’t it??????????

You need to be strong, very strong to beat your own personal “dragons” whatever or whoever they are.  

Sometimes I just give up because I don’t believe my own fairytale has a happily ever after.

The last few months a very evil “dragon” has beaten me and my family down. Without my consent my husband moved my 78yr old mother in law into my house. She and I have never gotten along. The stress level has been so bad since the dragon moved in that three months after she invaded my home my husband had a sudden heart attack at 53 years old. I believe “karma” had something to do with this . I get chest pains everyday and worry I am next. “Somebody is gonna die if this “dragon” doesn’t leave.”I tell this to my husband everyday. He tells me then to  leave because he is afraid of his mother the dragon. 

After knowing my husband 25 years he picks the dragon over me. 

I am angry , very very angry. 

I have been battleing the dragon my heartless fire breathing bitch of a mother in law for now 8 months. 

Friday night “You are killing me.” … no response . I say much louder “Get the fuck out of my house!!!!!!” 

She and her 24 hour aid that also lives here look at me like I am crazy….

My husband tells his mom “She is off her meds.” 

What meds ????? I may be depressed, but I am not psychotic . I want to scream but stay silent. 

I creep upstairs to my new “bedroom” which used to be the living room. It is  the only place I have any privacy. The dragon is confined to a wheelchair and can’t get up the stairs. I am alone but I feel safe. 

My  18 year old daughter is horrified with the abuse I have been put through. She had been withdrawn because she desperately wants to help her mother. She also wants the dragon to leave. She yells at her father that he is destroying me and she can’t handle seeing me in such pain. 

My sister called today and told me bluntly,”You have to leave your son of a bitch husband .” I laughed silently “My husband is a son of a dragon bitch.” Lol. 

You have to find the strengh to get your life back. “You have your whole  family behind you to help , you are not alone.”

I don’t care anymore about my husband or the dragon. They are monsters for what they have done to me.

I will unlock my own dungeon and escape this very scary “fairy tale.” 

This won’t be easy and will take time but I will find my “happily ever after.” Without  a sword I will beat the dragons.    

    These fire breathing dragons will be very angry when I leave my dream house  that I loved and and brought up my two daughters in for the past ten years. 

To my dragon mother in law ….. Burn baby burn…….. along with your bastard son. 
  
       

And that’s me in the photo above. I walked through the flames and exited my personal hell . I will never look back. 

Sexual Abuse Is Not A FairyTale 

When I was in my teens I made my first gynocologist appointment because I had a serious boyfriend and wanted to go on the pill. Since I came from a strict family I was too afraid to tell my mother or ask her advice on what local doctor I should see. I was young and scared so I decided I wanted to see a female doctor and found one online. I told nobody about my appointment and went to this doctor myself. She seemed friendly and knew right away by my nervous composure I had never had a internal vaginal exam. I remember she tried to tell me the exam was “No big deal, ” with a smile. I remember putting my legs in the stirrups and feeling very uncomfortable. She inserted her finger and then some kind of metal object into my vagina. It felt extremely painful and even though it was my first vaginal exam my I thought to myself that something about this exam was just not right. After what seemed like forever the exam was finally over. The doctor had this weird look on her face as she told me to get dressed. When I got off the table and stood up I doubled over in extreme pain. I thought to myself the vaginal pain was probably normal since it was my first exam. I drove home with my prescription for the pill and couldn’t stop my gut instict telling me I was sexually violated. A few weeks later I was having lunch with a friend of mine who told me over lunch about her recent visit to her gynocologist. Her story was almost exactly identical to my experience. I then asked her the name of her doctor and was sick to my stomach when I found out she saw the same female gynocologist I saw. My friend and I were both sexually abused by the same woman. We went together and filed police reports and we were told that they would look into the matter but informed us most likely nothing could be done about the compliants because we had no physical evidence she had sexually violated us. A few weeks passed and my friend told me that her father, who happened to be a cardiologist, looked into the matter after she decided to tell him about the still very traumatic experience. He found out at least twenty other young women also filed reports with local police that they were sexually violated by this doctor. We all had one thing he noticed in common, it was all our first experience being vaginally examed, and that was very disturbing the fact just how many others like ourselves were also victims of a sexual crime and never knew it! He then filed a formal complaint the state medical board. After a formal long investigation, the woman gynocologist who sexually abused so many young women had her medical license revoked. Over twenty years later I told my 17 year old daughter, who I suspected is sexually active, that when she is ready to see a gynocologist for the first time I would make all the arrangements and go with her. She smiled and replied “Of couse I will mommy I tell you everything.” The point I am trying to make is maybe my still sexually traumatic experience could have been avoided if I had the type of mother I could have confided in about my sexual issues. If you have daughters my advice is tell them never to be afraid to confide in you about anything. I can’t change what happened to me but I can make sure my two teenage daughters never have to go through what I did.
  

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