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  • Remove Amber Heard From Aquaman 2

    Amber Heard has been exposed as a domestic abuser by Johnny Depp. In his $50 million lawsuit, Johnny Depp describes many incidents of domestic abuse that he suffered at the hands of his (then) wife Amber Heard, including one incident where she punched him twice in the face and another where she shattered his finger with a vodka bottle, and his finger had to be surgically reattached. He will bear the scar from that for the rest of his life. 

    Also, Amber Heard was arrested in 2009 for abusing a former domestic partner, Tasya Van Ree, demonstrating a repeated pattern of abuse by Amber Heard.

    Since Heard’s divorce from Johnny Depp, she has systematically crusaded to ruin Depp in Hollywood, repeating multiple accounts of fake incidents in which she had actually abused Johnny Depp, but lied and created false accounts of him being the abuser. About the incident during which she shattered the bones in Johnny Depp’s finger and nearly severed it, causing Depp to require surgery to reattach and repair it, Heard presented a false story claiming that he cut off his finger himself, dipped it in paint and scrawled obscenities all over the walls. 

    Likewise, Heard recounts fabricated incidents of Johnny Depp hitting her in the face when she had, in fact, punched him. Though staff and neighbors in the building where she lived reported seeing no marks on her face in the hours and days after she says Johnny Depp hit her, yet she appeared in court six (6) days later with bruises on her face, asking for a temporary restraining order, which was granted. Photos of Heard from the very next day show her full face, without makeup, and not a single bruise.

    As Amber Heard is a known and proven domestic abuser, Warner Brothers and DC Entertainment should and must remove Heard from their Aquaman 2 film project. They must not ignore the suffering of Heard’s victims, and must not glamorize a domestic abuser. 

    Men are victims of domestic abuse, just like women. This must be recognized, and action must be taken to prevent a known abuser from being celebrated within the entertainment industry.

    Do the right thing. Remove Amber Heard from Aquaman 2.

    https://www.change.org/p/dc-entertainment-remove-amber-heard-from-aquaman-2?fbclid=IwAR03AGlOUxtlgVdJlbZYQrOe1VDXW6buFexpkr2lPnDySY98IRZ4FmePbVc

  • Domestic Violence Killed My Son

    Today at 3:00 pm one year ago…. I walked into a funeral home a day before Coltons wake … collapsed in the front parkway outside of it and threw up and scream cried before Frank Bucaro and John Brust the mortician brought me to my feet and navigated me to the back vistitation viewing room and I had to walk up to my baby laying lifeless and preserved in front of stained glass windows with music playing softly in the background as if he was sleeping.

    I remember seeing him there laying his face beautiful wearing the last outfit I choose for him to wear (blue jeans, a grey long sleeve shirt with dinosaurs on it , little white socks and a hat that my friend had to go choose for me that was at the request of the funeral home to cover his shattered skull they pieced back together with prosthetics.

    His hat was a sleeping bear 🐻 hat that fit so perfectly that I knew he was meant to be laid to rest eternally in this exact outfit in this exact hat and he was standing there saying it’s perfect momma. The men carried him over to me in a rocking chair set off to the side and placed him in my lap on a changing pad they had created to make sure his fragile head and body were kept safely but so I am as Coltons mom could rock him, sing to him and kiss and hold his hands one last time before the next days wake.

    I promised Colton and myself that I would not cry in front of him because he deserved to have the same momma who laid next to him everyday breastfeeding him to sleep and just rubbing his hands and feet and kissing on his cheeks. I didn’t want to “wake” him and I didn’t want him to have anything but peace and love with him in these moments like I had always given him. I could feel him wrap his beautiful wings around me and it felt like he was rocking both of us in these hours.

    After I held him for about 4-5 hours they told
    Me it was time to let him rest till tomorrow because I was warming his body too much….. (as a mom that was so hard to hear-my once beautiful, healthy baby who was sleeping in a bed with breast milk in his belly was now gone and his cold preserved body was left behind) The hardest moments was looking down and knowing that after the next two days one being his wake and the next his funeral his casket was going to close and I would never ever see him or feel him ever again in the human form I grew and nurtured for 8 months in my belly and almost 19 months in my arms.

    Today was the first time one year ago I got to see my baby whom I hadn’t seen in 4 days which before then I had never been away from him for more that a couple times for 3 hours maximum time – and those four days seemed like eternity ……. and now this year feels 1,000 times worse and absolutely endlessly infinite minutes that have passed by living here on earth without half my heart and half of my soul. It was holding him then that I knew I had to make sure another mom or dad never sat at a funeral home holding their baby saying goodbye forever because their abuser decided to kill their family.

    Abuse it abuse no matter how small
    One hand in heaven one hand on earth
    Healthy love is safe love

    This picture is how he slept everyday in my bed next to be breastfeeding- this is the exact position that his “father” shot him 10+ times in.


    Domestic violence is real and it’s deadly .

    It was almost three caskets lined up that day….. but God gave us voices again for a reason and it’s to change the world so this doesn’t happen again.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/coltonslegacy2019/

  • My Son Was Killed By His Partner

    My son was killed yesterday by his partner. Today she is going to court for breaching restraining order and will be bailed. It could take months for any justice to even begin for the loss of my son due to domestic violence.

    Many times he had walked away, many times he had been brought to my door by police as they knew it was safest for him, we sat outside his house not long ago and as a grown man he was scared to go inside, I had to wait up the street in case he called out for me and needed me to come back. She attempted to stab him last month and was charged, she’s scarred his body many times with her violence. He was no angel but he did not to my knowledge lay a hand on her.


    If he had run her down and left the scene would he be bailed? If her family had lost they’re loved one would she be bailed? I don’t understand this, domestic violence against men is real….my son is never going to walk through my door again or be called to be picked up because she’s “lost the plot” how can she walk free…? My boy is dead, she should be held in custody. My son most definitely wouldn’t be bailed if she was left to die on the side of the road by his hands. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this but I am going to do something.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/faith.baker.75641

  • As I Walk Through The Aisles Of Death At The Supermarket

    A poem from my heart:

    If you only could hear what I hear

    If you only could feel what I feel

    As I walk along those aisles of death in the supermarket

    Do you ever look beyond the clever packaging?

    Beyond the fairy happy-tales of animals who supposedly willingly were killed

    Humane slaughter is all a lie

    Animals do not want to die

    These are aisles of intense suffering and death

    Aisles of crushed dreams,

    children mourning their parents,

    and parents mourning their children

    These dead bodies should all be in a cemetery

    Yet, I see people buying these bodies,

    living individuals ripped apart at a young age

    It is not food, it is violence

    Milk is not food for us, it is the nourishment which was intended for a calf

    But forcefully she was taken away from her mother,

    ignoring her intense cries;

    and ignoring the cries of his/her heart, saying:

    Please don’t hurt these beautiful beings,

    respect their deep heart wish to be together

    And if you buy that milk, you are closing your eyes, and heart,

    from their heartache, pleas and deep emotional suffering

    Think of if someone forcefully took you away from your mother when you were a little child

    Treat and respect others as you want others to treat and respect you

    It is time

    To shop with your heart,

    your eyes and ears

    Their suffering will only stop

    if you listen to your heart and shop with your heart

    Choose green kindness – a vegan diet –

    instead of a diet that robs other beings of everything they have

    Choose peace. Be kind. Be vegan

    Be kind, be vegan, learn more here, http://befairbevegan.com

    (Photo credit, Captive pig photo from www.djurfabriken.se , Free pig photo from Gotlands djurfristad)

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/anders.branderud

     

  • Why Doesn’t She Just Leave

    Wʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ?

    Because he has her so brainwashed that it’s all her fault and that she’s no good to anyone and no one will want her or love her and there’s no way she can possibly make it on her own.

    Wʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ?

    Because she thinks that if she just tries harder and if she’s a better wife and a better mom that maybe he will be happy with her and he wouldn’t get so angry with her. And maybe he will be the same sweet, charming man that he was when they first met.

    Wʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ?

    Because he has her convinced that if she tries he will hurt or kill her or her family. Because he has threatened to tell the judge that she is a bad mom and will take away her kids and she will never see them again. Because he has taken away her money and convinced her that she has no good job qualities to make it on her own financially and she will always need him.

    More people are concerned with why women stay in abusive relationships than why men are abusing women. Unless you’ve been in an abusive relationship people have no idea how hard it is to escape. Abusers are able to fool those outside the home because they usually only abuse those inside the home.

    They need your support.

    They need your love.

    They do not need your judgement.

    Let’s raise awareness 💜

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/slimmingandinchloss

     

  • Against His Wishes, I Am A Survivor And He Can’t Take That From Me

     

    HAILEY:

    Sometimes I cant get the sounds out of my head… of me crying begging for my life, his fist slamming into my face and crushing my bones or the haunting calmness that ran through his voice. Each time his fist pounded my face I felt a part of my soul leaving my body. I can remember the feeling of blood running down from my face and onto my neck and into my hair. My eyes were swollen shut and I had towel over my head to keep hidden. I wanted to give up, I was just to tired.

    I was dying.

    A trip to Colorado that had been in the works for months was where it all started. Roman and I had been dating for 6 months and a few weeks beforehand we had found out we were expecting. My entire family and friends loved him. He was perfect, charming, and such an “old school” type of guy every girl dreams of. I could not wait to share it with my friends and for them to meet Roman. We stayed at our 1st stop with a few of my friends in Denver and then headed towards Fort Collins the next day. Roman and I had fought the entire ride there and he had mentioned to me at one point that he “wanted [me] to see the worst and see if [I] can handle it.” Now looking back I feel like I should have let that soak in before rolling my eyes and shrugging it off but we don’t always see our own red flags when we are manipulated and deceived…

    The 2nd night at Fort Collins, I still can’t seem to fully understand how the love of my life and father of my unborn child was hiding such a crooked soul…. I walked upstairs in my panties to get my dog Scooby, everyone was already sleep but Roman and I so I did not think it was a big deal, but it was a trigger for him apparently. *Edit** (We were down in the basement on the opppsite side of the house from the people sleeping. FBI did hearing tests and confirmes nothing could have been heard.)

    He became angry, yelling, cussing, and I told him that when he was ready he could talk to me like a normal human being. About 5 seconds later he was standing over me, pouring beer down onto my face, grabbed me by throat and threw me down onto the floor/up against the wall and choked me out.

    I woke up to Roman on top of me. I couldn’t collect my thoughts quick enough to realize what had just happened. I remember just looking up at him, at the tranquility that seemed to take over his body and in his face. He was just staring at me, observing his work. He was, I believe, doing it out of admiration.

    The beating and torture lasted for about 6 hours or more. It was hard to tell… it felt like a lifetime. I was out of conscious from him choking me out, wailing on my face with his fist, shoes, and at one point my own phone. It was a repetitive never ending sequence of being strangled, beaten, raped, and at one point he told me he wanted to die by his hand and that he wanted to cut my teeth out with his dull pocket knife.

    When he raped me both times, he let me know he wanted to have sex. He wanted to have sex with me while I was in and out of conscious, black and blue, eyes swollen shut and at that point drenched in blood. He enjoyed himself and he didnt even have the decency to turn me around. No. Instead he faced me and was looking down at me. Its so strange to think that during all of this he told me he was going to propose to me during our vacation. Why? How? How could we go from that to this?

    At some point… I lost control over my body. My legs were shaking violently and I couldnt stop them. It seemed to anger him and I was too weak to care anymore. There is no way to truly describe what I was feeling after all of this started. I have never felt so lifeless and out of control. I have never lost complete hope but I did that night.

    He told me that he wanted to make sure that no one knew who I was or no one could love me. He stressed to me that he wanted to cut out my intestines and pull them out because it was the worst type of death he has ever seen.

    It ended after several hours of me passing in and out.

    I remember feeling each blow to my face, his hands around my neck, pushing inside of me while he enjoyed himself.. the sounds of him moaning…its too hard to forget.

    I couldnt move by the end of it. I couldnt lift my head nor move my legs. He wanted me to get up and pack my things and help him clean all of my blood from the walls, floor, bed, and the ceiling. I of course was unable to so he tried to himself. He missed a bunch of blood and the mattress was soaked so he was forced to throw a sheet over it to try to hide it. He threw a towel over my head and carried me to the car and took me a few hours away into New Mexico. Crossing state lines becoming an FBI issue.

    Once we were at a motel I was in and out of conscious for a while. I just kept beginning for him to call an ambulance. He finally did and then slit his throat. I couldn’t see him doing it but I could hear his dull knife cutting into his skin and the blood squirting out and hitting the wall and floor. I was terrified that he might have lied about making the call and that I would die in this motel room with him, I think it would have been worse than anything to have my life slip away in his hands next to him.

    I cannot thank the EMT’s enough that rushed in to save me. The moment I heard their voices everything else, the pain, my fear, Roman…. just faded away. They were my heros. I felt myself let go. If i was going to die, I could do it in peace knowing I was no longer in Romans hands.

    Roman was brought in under custody to have emergency surgery and survived. After 2 days they took him in. Trial has been officially set and I am not sure what will happen to worthless human being. But I do, in certain moments, have to stop myself from feeling bad for him and his family. I have to remember that this was not the first time (I found out afterwards) that he had done this to a girlfriend. His family didnt try to warn me.

    The only thing I could do is ask for my dad during my care flight and transfer to the trauma unit. When I finally heard him on the phone…. when I heard him tell me “I am on my way to you”… It was the most precious and meaningful words I have ever felt, a mixture of excitement and an overabundance of the desire to have his comfort overcame me. I knew I could hold on because of him. He really his my rock. Dad. I love you.

    He spent fathers day with me there and it was the first day I could open my eyes and see him.

    My family was there and my friends came to see me. Everyone was so supportive and caring. The nurses and doctors I met, I owe so much too. Nurse Brandi and Nurse Julia, I love yall.

    My hair was so matted in dried up blood, the nurses tried their best to clean it and brush it out but was not successful. We were able to get a hair stylist to the hospital and into the trauma unit and she took care of me. She stayed for hours doing her best to make sure to leave as much hair has possible. My long hair was now so short it barley fit into a pony tail. It was just one more thing Roman was able to destroy.

    My kidney levels were very low, I had to get blood transfusions, poked and prodded every day. I was going to go home to get surgery on my detached retina but ended up developing pneumonia (I had my surgery but still blind in my left eye). I had several bone fractures in my face, busted ear drums, and much more. On my 3rd day is when I had my miscarriage. My beautiful baby boy, Liam Moore. (I just received his ashes last week so now he is finally home❤).

    Things have been different. I live a new life. Moved from my home, healing is still in the works and I am thriving. I used to think Roman won. I used to believe that because of all of these struggles that I dealt with and continue to deal with while he gets to be protected in a jail cell meant he was still control. He made me want to hate myself for a while and I knew it’s what he wanted.

    I am way to stubborn for that. He should know better than that. Im sassy enough to out weigh this negativity. I am way to strong to allow such a weak little coward destroy me. He is nothing. I am everything. The smile I showcase, my family that embraces me and the friends that surround me. The life, MY LIFE, that I will continue to be thankful for everyday is no longer in his control. He did not win.

    Against his wishes, I am a survivor and he can’t take that from me.

     

     

    Hailey Moore

     

  • It’s Sad How Relatable This Is To Some People

    ‼️ Trigger Warning ‼️

    You pray for quiet, Inside your head the screams won’t silence.

    I remember those days, the fear that’s in your bones, It just won’t go away.

    The strangle holds, the insulting names,

    The wound up shirt around his fist, the nose to nose beer stinking breath.

    Thrown down onto the floor, so battered, bruised and sore.

    The hush is all I need, to hush the misery

    The hush that belongs to me, like the hush inside of dreams. Just be still and pray, and let the noise just fade away.

    You just can’t stand the touch, affection weighs too much, You push everyone away,

    Whipped so bad I pissed myself still with a beating from the belt. If this reminds you of home, you better know you’re not alone.

    These are the memories we keep

    We don’t want to show! We don’t want to show!

    By now you need to know, You’re not alone.

    ~ Hush by Hellyeah

     

    April hired me to tell her story. It’s not a pretty or fun story to tell. But it represents a big chunk of her life. Our hope with these photos is that we will not only start a conversation on domestic violence but show anyone going through it that you’re not alone and you can get help. It’s sad how many of you will relate to these photos and if these cause distress that is not my intention. I want people to remember behind the makeup and beautiful smile everyone has a story. Some harder to tell than others. Be kind.

    Instagram.com/Kickassdesigns

    Models: Troy R & April K /// Amazing makeup by Megan B. /// Shot by https://www.facebook.com/LanceReis

     

  • This Is Such A Hard Thing To Do

    This is such a hard thing to do. To publically air my “dirty laundry”. But today I sat in a court room, waiting to hear how long the father of my 1 year old child would get for ABH. ABH, because no bones were broken (unbelievable) he used the excuse he had too much to drink, even though there were other times and he was sober. He was sentenced to 21 months in prison, but due to our legal system and reductions he’s apparently “entitled” to , on good behaviour he will be out in just 6 months and this for me just isn’t good enough.

    This isn’t a pity post, I already feel stronger than I have ever felt but I will not be silenced by this man another second of my life and I honestly couldn’t forgive myself if he ever did this to someone else (he has history and previously assaulted his ex girlfriend) . He is the most manipulative , controlling, possesive person. And in just 6 months time he could be walking the streets looking for his next target.

    This Is Such A Hard Thing To Do
    This Is Such A Hard Thing To Do

    And please, If you are with someone who is controlling you, making you feel scared, trying to stop you having friends or working. I know it’s hard but LEAVE. Take the kids, leave the material stuff. So many times I wanted to go and tell someone what was going on. But I realise now there is so much help out there. Tell someone. Anyone. My two children could have ended up losing their mother.

    Ladies & gents …. The handiwork of Mark Whiteside …

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/jenna.p.hurley

     

  • I Finally Found The Strength To Leave Him

    I finally found the strength to leave him. He’s been abusing me for the almost 2 years we’ve been together. The first time was because he couldn’t find his controller and this last time was because I went out on a Saturday night and went to a bar he doesn’t like and didn’t text back for 26 minutes.

    This is what it looks like when you’re woken up being beaten. This is what a skull fractured in 4 areas looks like. This is what somebody with bleeding on their brain from being hit so hard looks like after being held in a corner and beaten continuously.

    If you’re being abused just know he will NEVER get better…. nothing you say or do will make them change… I spent months dealing with the mental attacks. “you’re fat”, “ you’re nothing” “you’re ugly and nobody will ever want you”. All the way to since I lost my baby I failed life and would never be worthy enough for love.

    This escalated to him hitting me more and more. He’ll pretend he’s sorry & shower you with words of love and gifts. hell, he’ll even visibly show his supposed change just to get that hold back over your head for a week or two but he’ll always be the same. He wasn’t always terrible. He showed love and happiness but if he can hit you once it’ll escalate and continue happening.

    I miss the old him that I knew. The one that loved unconditionally and made me melt with one look. The one that made me feel so good about myself and beautiful but I’m here instead moving back into my moms because the cops can’t find him to serve a restraining order and I have no idea where he is to get him off the sts away from me.

    Yes I left him and yes I’m scared he’ll come retaliate but I’m SO proud and happy I left… if you’re being abused please leave. There are people there for you, don’t stay out of loniness ‘cause ya know what??? Being lonely is better than being dead. Not seeking pity or attention either I just need People to know it’s not just them and there is a way out.

    Kelly Kennedy

     

  • My Wife Beats Me, I’m Afraid I’m Going To Hurt Her

    My wife beats me

    My wife beats me and I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her. I love my wife dearly and want to fix our marriage but I’m afraid of what might happen. I’m 6ft 2in 210lbs I bench 300lbs with ease and my wife is  about 5ft 9 and 125lbs.

    We have our good and our bad days but on our worse days which happen more often than not lately she hits me . I have never hit my wife in an abusive way, but I’m afraid that eventually I won’t be able to control my anger when she hits me and I’ll end up seriously hurting her.

    I am a man I should not be scared of my wife, I cannot talk to my friends or family about it , surely they would laugh in my face, a grown man being battered by his woman.

    The above is what I wrote into Mums advice Facebook page after a rather nasty incident with her, she had poured boiling water on to my lap, it took all my strength not to punch her in the throat.

    Little did I know that woman would rally round me and tell me that I am not weak, that I am not worthless, that actually I am really strong for having the strength not to hurt her back. I spoke with many woman that night and through their words I saw my relationship for what it was.

    I am now free from abuse but this isn’t actually about me this is about you, you the man being humiliated, the man being hurt or you the woman who loses her temper and throws a punch knowing full well your man won’t strike back.

    I urge any man or woman who is in a violent or belittling relationship to get out or get help, do not let the words or actions bring you down.

    Abused men can reach out to the following organizations for help: