My African friend called my cell just as I walked through the door, and feeling little freer than usual, I decided to talk and not let the fact that Melvin was in the other room stop me. She got me laughing as usual and I was glad to hear the things she was telling me. One of her friends was interested in me. It was fun and a boost to my ego. I loved flirting with idea of being with someone again, being wanted, even loving again.
“You are kidding me! …

Abuse has no excuses, and other than the life lesson learned from being taught to stand up for your self. I really have no tolerance for it.
I read in peoples eyes before they speak.. Almost screaming to me “Help”, but most battered women and men are so good at hiding their embarrassment from the outside world, they often can not even admit to a friend or family member let alone a psychic that they are being beaten by the very person that says they love them.
The signs of abuse …