relationships
Trace the link between feminism and relationships from outdated norms to modern conventions including chivalry, working mothers, splitting the bill and beyond.
The 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.
By Visionary Ghostwriter8 years ago in Viva
My 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.
By Jennetta Dawson8 years ago in Viva
Fooled 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.
By Amanda Thomas8 years ago in Viva
Dear 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.
By Elisabeth Dodson8 years ago in Viva
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.
By Jody-Lynne Belbin8 years ago in Viva
Nightmare 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!
By Sarah Warrington8 years ago in Viva
The 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.
By Samie Olson8 years ago in Viva
Overcoming Domestic Violence
Dealing with domestic violence for over a decade without any support system is one of the hardest things in life I've ever had to go through. I have dealt with mental, verbal and physical abuse, which has resulted in me being diagnosed with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). I have also suffered with depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember along with extremely low self esteem. I have only been in two relationships and to both men I was married to and had children with. I married my first husband when I was only 18 years old; we had two children and he was five years older than me. I can't remember exactly when the abuse started, but I remember telling my father about the abuse and his response was, "Well, what did you do to make him put his hands on you?" Now mind you, my father was never there for me and even to this day I don't have a relationship with him. Why I expected him to protect me, especially with him being an absentee father is beyond me, but I will never forget the way that statement made me feel. A few years later I finally got the nerve to leave my first husband. The final straw was finding out he had cheated on me with a married woman and he had been using cocaine. In the December of that same year, I was offered a job in North Carolina. It was the fresh start that I needed, but a part of me still wanted my family back. I called him and invited him to come to with me so we could try to work things out and he agreed. We had been in North Carolina for two weeks and he ended up beating me up in front of our children, blacked my eye and left me with a huge knot on my head.
By Lynette Sheree8 years ago in Viva
