~At 22, Leslie Morgan Steiner seemed to have it all: good looks, a Harvard diploma, a glamorous job in New York City. Plus a handsome, funny boyfriend who adored her. But behind her façade of success, this golden girl hid a dark secret. She’d made a mistake shared by millions: she fell in love with the wrong person.—Leslie Morgan Steiner, Crazy Love
getting help for domestic violence
~Every morning I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks.—Sarah Ockler, Sisters
“An intelligent, energetic, educated woman cannot be kept in four walls — even satin-lined, diamond-studded walls — without discovering sooner or later that they are still a prison cell.” (America’s Medieval Women,Harper’s Magazine, August 1938)” ― Pearl S. Buck
~The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.—Henry Miller
—After Kay’s murder, my friend, Jane, asked, “Kim, when did it all begin? I said, “At the very beginning.”
The following journal entries of my sister, Kay, reveals the premature signs of domestic abuse. Although they may appear minimal and insignificant at first, these acts of disrespect, unkindness, & disregard are vividly captured within these pages.
As I read Kay’s words, what stands out the most is her desperation to be loved, respected, acknowledged, and valued by her life-partner.
A picnic in the woods. Breaking bread. Drinking wine. Giving love. Receiving love.
So simple. So practical.
…Yet it never happened.
“To rise, first you must burn.” ― Hiba Fatima Ahmad
–Dear, Mike Peterson,
When you were alive, I never quite knew the day of your birthday. Kay typically informed me of the date, “Oh, did you know it’s Mike’s birthday today? I’m having cake and ice-cream later on; you’re all invited.”
–He thought he could keep you dead and gone and silent and in the ground, but you rise up every. single. day. —Kim Sisto Robinson
- Crying outrageously with snot running down your face is completely normal.
- The soul leaves the body before you do.
–She was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine—Lolita
1. STALKING After Kay’s murder, my friend, Jane, asked- “Kim, when did it all begin?”