“He spat in my face and threw a TV remote at me”

My partner and I have been in a relationship now for over 5 years. It’s been a lot of turmoil. We recently moved to California, where he was offered a job as a tattoo artist at one of the best shops in this town. We come from a small Texan town.

He doesn’t let me visit him at work and I’m pretty sure it’s because he tells people he’s single. So last night I got a bit insecure and tried to express it. It ended up, him spitting in my face, throwing a TV remote at me, and smacking me around with his fucking hat. Continue reading

“I don’t know what a normal home is”

My mom and I survived 23 years with my dad who was an abusive alcoholic narcissist. He left us about six months ago but that wasn’t the end of our problems. My mother is clinically depressed, has been diagnosed with PTSD and is prone to emotional outbursts. Sometimes she takes out her anger on me.

I am in college, but quite late, because I lost three years due to that arrogant asshole who calls himself my dad. Now we’re doing okay financially and all, but my mom has been through a string of relationships — two with married men — and each has left her more broken and depressed than before. The relationships were not physical but usually through chatting only. I can vouch for that. Continue reading

“I’m still uncomfortable about something that happened to me when I was five years old”

When I was young boy (around 5) a girl a year older made me kiss her on the ass. I was really uncomfortable with it, but she said I had to and so I did. I don’t think it would have been such a big deal to me, but shortly after she told everyone that I had done it against her will. I thought I was going to go to jail or be arrested or something, but obviously nobody believed her.

I felt really guilty and bad about it for many years, but eventually managed to forget about it entirely after my family moved to another city. Now I’m 17 years old, and recently met up with other people that were in my class, and all of this was stirred up. Even though it seems like a childish thing now, I still feel all mixed up about it. For some reason I have never felt comfortable enough to tell anybody about it. I don’t know if I should contact the person and talk about it, talk with friends about it, keep trying to convince myself that it wasn’t a big deal, or just ignore it. I’m not sure if that is some kind of unintentional child-child abuse, or what to do to about these persistent feelings. I suppose any ol’ input or advice would be appreciated.