As an abuse survivor, wow. This was really hard to read, but what an ending. Such an incredible emblem of hope, that little butterfly. Really well done❤️
Although there is a supernatural element to the story, it is all too real. I anticipated the ending once she had received the tattoo with the special sauce. Still, it was satisfying, though more grisly than I had expected. Although the butterfly intervened, Anna made the decision to be free and acted on it. That is a wonderful lesson. I admire your courage in writing on this piece.
My mom and me and my sisters had an abusive husband/father. I was too small to remember most of it. The last memory of him I have was him handcuffed in our living room yelling, “Shannon, don’t let them take me! I’m sorry…”
I’m sure I’ve never given my mom enough credit for dealing with and getting out of that situation. But she never talks about it, even if I try to bring it up.
I’m sorry you had to deal with that. It’s hard to trust anyone after something like that (at least it has been for me.)
Hard to read but so satisfying. Abuse survivor here, too. It was long ago and taught me some very important lessons. Love your work!
That was an amazing story. I am so happy you are free like a butterfly.
You are too good. TOO GOOD! I love this.
Excellent.
As an abuse survivor, wow. This was really hard to read, but what an ending. Such an incredible emblem of hope, that little butterfly. Really well done❤️
Although there is a supernatural element to the story, it is all too real. I anticipated the ending once she had received the tattoo with the special sauce. Still, it was satisfying, though more grisly than I had expected. Although the butterfly intervened, Anna made the decision to be free and acted on it. That is a wonderful lesson. I admire your courage in writing on this piece.
Seriously jealous of your output. Started “Convert” yesterday but life intervened. Gives me something to look forward though, yes
My mom and me and my sisters had an abusive husband/father. I was too small to remember most of it. The last memory of him I have was him handcuffed in our living room yelling, “Shannon, don’t let them take me! I’m sorry…”
I’m sure I’ve never given my mom enough credit for dealing with and getting out of that situation. But she never talks about it, even if I try to bring it up.
I’m sorry you had to deal with that. It’s hard to trust anyone after something like that (at least it has been for me.)