It’s November 6th 2018. Booker would have been turning 6 years old today. I miss and love you so much my baby boy. I’m really thankful that you came into my life and supported me through difficult times. Despite the fact that you were taken from me too early, I still feel like you gave me a lifetime of love.
The bad news is the print store is closing for the season next Friday. The good news is I’ll be selling some pins while it’s on break! They’ll be debuting at Gallery Nucleus’s PinPalPalooza 2017 tomorrow May 6. So if you’re in LA go check it! If not, the pins will be up on my website next Friday.
I wish LGBT domestic abuse was a more common topic.
I was with a girl for two years that was emotionally abusive. Near the end of our relationship I felt depressed and suicidal. I broke it off to gain some self reflection. The more time I spent away from her the more I realized how toxic and abusive she was.
Whenever I was upset or sad about anything, she would turn the topic so that it was about herself. For example: When I was almost died from cellulitis and was hospitalized for three days, instead of visiting me she decided that I was stressing her out so she went to England on a vacation to cheat on me with a girl that had the same name as me. When I found out, and I was clearly upset by it, she told me how I didn’t have the right to be angry because she broke it off with that girl and that she had apparently mentioned taking a break from me.
Sometimes she would ignore me for a week and tell me I was being too clingy for being upset and concerned that I didn’t hear from her for so long.
She would call me emotional when I would inform her that it made me upset that she would consistently interrupt and speak over me.
One time when we had an argument I tried to leave my apartment, but she stopped me by grabbing my arm and digging her nails into my skin, informing me I wasn’t allowed to leave.
Every time I wanted to break up with her she’d tell me how she learned her lesson, that she was only human and that she would change. Yet this abusive cycle would repeat all over again.
This behavior isn’t okay. This is abusive. I deserve better than this.
I broke it off. We were friends for a couple months until she asked me “aren’t we going to get back together?” I said no, so she decided to stop speaking to me. The more time I spent apart from her the more I realized that she treated everyone around her like tools. That this relationship had pushed me to the point where I have nights that I struggle with suicidal thoughts.
Today she tried to contact me again and I told her to get the fuck out of my life. I’m proud I didn’t allow this toxin back into my life. I’m sharing this story to let other people know that this is not okay.
You deserve to be respected in a relationship.
You deserve to be loved in a relationship.
You deserve to be heard.