A glimpse into the generational cycle of abuse, and the consequences of silence.

In the face of abuse many people turn their heads. If we think it’s easier to ignore abuse than to confront it, we’re wrong. What follows is one story from a library of many where cycles of violence are threatening to help define yet another generation.

You do not need to bleed to be humiliated and abused. The following is first in a three-part series where one man goes bare naked. He exposes himself while chronicling his journey from loving husband to violent abuser, his road to recovery, and his key insights for shining light in the dark places where family violence lurks.

It’s time to go home. Dogs in their kennels, child in his seat, cooler packed and engine started. It was 5 a.m. and we were literally waving goodbye when my brother-in-law called. My sister was in labor and had been at the hospital through the night.
“Well,” I thought. “This could still take a long time. [...]

I was going through pictures from last week’s Mother’s Day party and I was struck by how this photo represents the chapters of my husbands life.
Allow me to introduce The Brothers. 
From left to right:
Son #2, Shawn, is a 24-year-old, kind-hearted, political junky working in the financial services industry. He’s an American, born and raised in Metro Atlanta with a Portuguese dad and Jewish-American [...]

I’m the oldest of three, the Alpha Sibling, the type-A personality who believes it’s my birth right to boss everyone else around. For more than 30 years I’ve taken this role quite seriously, but it’s come to my attention that I may be losing my grip on the pedestal. In fact, my crown is at [...]