Survivor of Domestic Abuse. Ex threw me down cement stairs and set house on fire, with me in bed..

[jodymarie aimee]

I am a survivor of Domestic Abuse. My ex threw me down cement stairs and set my house on fire, with me in the bed.

For Trump to say he wishes the country would come together and stop the angst is akin to my ex starting a self help group for batters...

Self delusional....AND nuts...The bad guy does not teach the others how to behave better...

[malaise]

1. Get thee to the greatest page

for a heart-breaking but accurate analogy.

[MaryMagdaline]

2. K&R

[lindysalsagal]

3. Some of us had to wake up to the realities of cruelty. Sorry you had to learn it that way.

From the person who promised to protect you, no less. Sleeping with the enemy.

[MLAA]

4. My hat is off to you and your strength and courage. You are special.😉

[in2herbs]

5. I just had a discussion with a male neighbor who wanted to be friends with me and with a trump

supporter and didn't think he had to choose which one of us was right or wrong to be friends. I told him I wasn't asking him to choose, but I had the right to choose my friends and my choice was not to be friends with someone who supports a trump supporter because support trump exhibits a lack of moral character, and I expect any friends of mine to have moral character.

#MeToo

[vlyons]

7. I also expect my friends to NOT be stupid

Anyone who supports Trump is stupid, incapable of using reason, probably greedy, hateful, bigoted, and racist too. More than likely poorly educated and an evangelical, who denies evolution and can't be bothered to go to the library and learn something other than a romance novel, or a evangelical polemical. We deserve to surround ourselves with people, who inspire us to be better people.

I can forgive someone who voted for Trump, but not someone, who still supports that vile and vulgar asshole.

[Demsrule86]

6. I understand completely. My ex put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger...the gun jammed. I left

that night with what I could carry and my two year old...hitchhiked until I got to a phone and called my Mom and Dad ...they wired me money and I went home. My parents saved my life that day...and gave me back my life when I went back to college. My Mom and Dad supported me...years later ( I felt I was coping well for a long time) I went to counseling and was able to move on. Eventually I met and married a wonderful man and had three more children.