I can tell from the city and referring URL (which I can track through Google Webmasters Analytics and Blogspot’s trackers), that it was them, that they [Richard and Tracy] are now proceeding to go through everything I’ve written here and on my website.
This is always a risk when you blog about your abusers. I knew it was likely to happen. It can be dangerous, yes. But scared silence is just what the abusers want of their victims. There is a combination of fearlessness, courage and foolhardiness in blogging about it.
I’m half-expecting an angry e-mail, phone call or other confrontation any time now. Or maybe Richard will try to assault me like he wanted to do that landlady. But oh well. I felt forced into silence before, that I could not say how I really felt. Now they know how I really felt/feel. C’est la vie.
Many websites give tips on whether you should confront your abuser, because so many of the abused are burning up with the need to do so. Maybe now that they know, I can be at peace. I’m actually glad they found it. Now they’ve read all the things I wanted to say but never had a chance to; maybe now they’ll be shocked into realizing just how horribly they behaved.
On what can happen when we blog about our abuse stories and the abusers find out (and yes, I read this before blogging, so I knew it could happen)
It’s 8 AM, this hell I’m in
Seems I’ve crossed a line again
For being nothing more than who I am
So break my bones and throw your stones
We all know that life ain’t fair
But there’s more of us we’re everywhere
We don’t have to take this back against the wall
We don’t have to take this we can end it all
All you’ll ever be is a faded memory of a bully
Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely
Push them to the dirt till the words don’t hurt can you hear me
No one’s gonna cry on the very day you die you’re a bully
It’s 8 AM, the hell I’m in
Your voice is strong, now right the wrong