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WriteLife Publishing
Nina Norstrom, Author
Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: WriteLife Publishing
ISBN-10: 1939371473
Type: Non-Fiction
Pages: 190
ISBN-13: 9781939371478
Throughout the story it weaves lies with love, betrayal with deception and drama with murder. As the shoe prints are molded in and out of a variety of unhealthy relationships, they’ll leave behind a blazing trail of lessons.
Follow Author Nina Norstrom through the journey as she peels off those toxic relationships. The story takes you through the experiences of grief, pain, trauma, and forgiveness. Writing about toxic relationships can be therapeutic. To nurture those wounds, she started journaling. And that’s how this story took its roots.
The tale captures a mother’s struggle to escape her world of toxicity. Along the way, their journey takes them into the clutches of diseased relationships.
Teaching an ultimate lesson for the meaning of relationships, that builds honesty and compassion.
It’s raw and it’s open . . . This story in its openly raw form voices the generality of life. When striking back to wipe out the toxicity of deadly relationships, it’s message reveals that life brings many challenges, and that each challenge provides lessons to be learned. Most importantly, readers will discover there’s beauty in love, hope, courage, determination, and strength.
“Not a Blueprint: It’s the Shoe Prints that Matter. A Journey Through Toxic Relationships,” is a powerful, insightful, and inspiring personal story . . . a riveting account about one family’s cycle of toxicity.
Excerpt
It was during their last battle that Mom took a stand. That incident with the broom wasn’t intentional. It started when Dad had hemmed Mom in the washroom.
He lifted his hand and struck her.
Mom’s voice crackled as she shouted, “Man, that’s the last time you’ll put ya hands on me. I’ve had it! All these years, I’ve been tippy-toeing and
keeping the blinders on. Naw, they come off today! You bring those women
into our home and have intimate relationships with ’em! Then when I walk
in on ya, you shout out for me to get out of the room? Ya strike out and fight
when the mood hits ya. The things you’ve done to this family. It’s a wonder
the kids ain’t affected. Man, may God have mercy on your soul!”
After lashing out, Mom turned and grabbed a broom that stood against
the furnace door. But as she raised it over her head, the broom handle hit the
ceiling light. The glass broke and shattered into tiny pieces all over Dad. He jumped back and yelled in his deep, harsh tone, “Woman, what type of God
do you serve?”
Of course, Dad refused to go to the hospital. So, they spent the next
hours plucking tiny glass particles from his dark, bruised skin. And it was the God who Mother served that put some fear in him. Dad never again struck Mom. My siblings may not recall the details of what was said, nor the incident. But this whole scene and my parents’ words stuck with me through the years. After witnessing the evil things done, my thoughts rang: Dad’s an example of damaged goods.
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