It is funny how little it takes to return me to the anguish of the "Bob" years. I often make jokes about that time but laughable, it was not. People go on about the effects of physical abuse. The lingering pain of mental and emotional is much more far reaching. At a time when I should be feeling great, all it takes is one little sentence to make me doubt myself and those around me.
How many times do I have to look through a portfolio so fat that I am thinking of dividing it for a second time, before I will believe the physical evidence of my intelligence, skills and abilities. Yet, I continue to hear ugly, fat, stupid, lazy cow. Worthless woman, worthless mother, worthless wife.
Most of my time, I manage to live my life not looking back at these things; then I hear that sentence, that phrase, that word.
