relationships
Trace the link between feminism and relationships from outdated norms to modern conventions including chivalry, working mothers, splitting the bill and beyond.
A Letter to My Abuser
Last January I met you at the bar across the street from where I lived. I never saw you there before and by looking at you, I could tell I was interested. You were sitting next to two guys and talking after you ordered a beer.
Aimes IsraelPublished 6 years ago in VivaThe Life I Lived Before You (Chapter 1)
Chapter 1 Raped It was 8:00 PM and she stood in front of the bathroom mirror getting ready for bed. Her reflection staring back at her. Her hair, which she dyed the week before, flowed down past her shoulders. I was originally brown but she wanted a change. Now it was a lush brown with blonde highlights. Her brown eyes sparkled as the light shone down at her, making her almost look angelic. She was five feet exact and weighed 112 and her face was slim and her eyebrows were trimmed to perfection. Her teeth were all straight from the years of dental work she had undergone to correct them. She indeed was perfection, but she had a secret she couldn't tell anyone.
Janetta PoitraPublished 6 years ago in VivaDo Abusers Feel Remorse?
I remember when I finally dumped one of my abusive exes. He bawled his eyes out, promised he would change, the works—just as he did last time. I wasn't having it. I knew, deep down in my heart, that he wouldn't change. Rather, he only really wanted the perks of dating me back.
Ossiana M. TepfenhartPublished 6 years ago in VivaThe Pitbull
No this is not a dog, but a person. A person I don't speak of often because to speak of him is almost like giving him power over me. I was, in all honesty, almost prepared to never have to speak of him ever again, until I started to fear for a friend.
Lilithea AdasiaPublished 6 years ago in VivaMy Friend with Stockholm Syndrome
Kids. Kids are all we were. What would a child know about love? What could a child know about love after feeling nothing but resentment all her caged up life? She didn't know, and she had no one to guide her and that's how she ended up in the hands of a 15-year-old monster.
Jennetta DawsonPublished 6 years ago in VivaFooled by Blue Eyes
Junior high is usually a time when the work gets harder and lifelong memories are made. My year followed that path and also created my future. I will never forget this one warm sunny day as I attended lunch period with some friends. I was walking to my table with my then best friend Barbie when a note was thrown in my tray. Yes, a note. I was only 13 and at that time and notes still existed. After we sat down, I opened and began to read. It was a short sentence written in small print on whole sheet of paper. "Will you go out with me?" Those were the only words written besides a signature that read, "Josh Brooks." I sat there shocked and unsure why to say. I had no idea the guy liked me. He was loud, funny, and a rebel of the school. The next few days we hung out around school and eventually swapped numbers. I had begun to find out a new side of him that I never noticed before. He was shy and sweet while also being a gentleman. Once I got to know him, I fell pretty hard for him. He never made the first move, so I had no choice if I wanted things to go further. After four months of dating, we had our first kiss at a dance I begged him to go to.
Amanda ThomasPublished 6 years ago in VivaDear Abuser
Dear Abuser: Thank you for finally re-opening your Facebook page. You know the one you claimed you deleted... anyways, thank you for finally opening up your Facebook page. Had I not looked deep into my Facebooks page source settings as to who is most likely taking a looksie at my posts, I would have never realized your page was re-opened.
Elisabeth DodsonPublished 6 years ago in VivaThe Untold Story of Domestic Abuse
Where do I even begin? A girl meets a boy. They hang out, fall in love, and move in together, all in only three days... A bit fast, okay. Not everyone's love story. But this is what happened to me.
One Hell of a Year
My last year of high school was hell. I'd sugarcoat it, but that's exactly what it was. It is a story I tell in real life all the time in that joking way that makes people think you are fine. However, I think maybe writing it out, telling my truth as I saw it, may help me move on from that horrible year. You see, dear reader, that year is at the top of the list of things I have never truly gotten over. So many things I have yet to forgive myself for happened that year, and so many things I have yet to forgive others for.
Jody-Lynne BelbinPublished 6 years ago in VivaNightmare on Narc Street!
I have been the victim of narcissistic abuse my whole life in various forms: parent, partner, and even friends! This is the story of how I got played by an instrumentalist of the highest order and my seemingly amazing ability to attract such beasts!
Sarah WarringtonPublished 6 years ago in VivaThe One Who Abused...
Every story begins with happy, rejoicing moments. With relationships, you start something new thinking this is the best thing to ever happen, thinking you know your partner, but in reality, every human being has their demons. Not knowing who your partner fully or truly is can be dangerous. When relationships start, it seems like it is a honeymoon phase for the first couple of months, meaning that everything seems perfect and nothing bad is ever going to happen to either of you. Until everything comes crashing down all at once.
Samie OlsonPublished 6 years ago in VivaIt Gets Easier
Honey, I know it stings. I know it burns you down to the core. They weren’t worth the time and dedication for such a cruel ending.