by Journey Another problem, a major problem, but one that I felt so guilty for, was that my husband was seeing another woman, and that woman was the Bible. Mark was obsessed with the Bible. I remember feeling so guilty for hating the Bible because, you know, a good Christian shouldn’t hate the Bible, right? Here I was, at Bible College, and casting dirty looks at the Bible. I felt like it was no different from him taking a lover, or being an addict, because he would read it non-stop. He didn’t want to eat Full post …
Tag: verbal abuse
Shutting Off My Brain ~ Part 2
by Journey When we got back from our honeymoon, it was so exciting to set up our new apartment on our Bible College campus. The “married dorms” seemed so big and grown-up, and I put those thoughts about our honeymoon behind me…until Mark told me the news that “God” had told him I needed to give away my car. He said were going to be a one-car couple, and that one car was going to be his old van. This was brand new news to me. I was shocked. What? I tried to bargain with Full post …
I was too wiped out and overwhelmed to enjoy the fruits of my labor
by Vyckie Shortly after Angel’s first suicide attempt, I remember thinking to myself that all of my children were growing up without me ~ because I was much too worn down physically ~ plus what little energy I did have was all being zapped from me daily as I tried to make life with their overbearing, micro-managing, hyper-critical, narcissistic father as painless as possible for the children. Despite my efforts, they were all obviously beaten-down and discouraged to the point that we had become of family of zombies ~ excepting, of course, for Warren ~ Full post …
Patriarchy Across Cultures: I Never Loved A Man (The Way I Love You)
by Tapati Kiss me once again Don’t you never, never, never say that we we’re through Cause I ain’t never, I ain’t never I ain’t never, no, no, loved a man The way that I, I love you –Ronnie Shannon (sung by Aretha Franklin) Sri Sri Rukmini-Dwarakadhish Once we arrived at my mom’s apartment, our relationship was on fast forward. We spent a few weeks together every waking moment, with my mom at work and the run of the place. We cooked together, with Mike teaching me a lot about Indian cooking. He’d been hanging Full post …
Vyckie’s Tour de Crap ~ On Our Anniversary …
By Vyckie “Just smile, okay?” ~ this picture of me with Warren was taken two years ago today ~ on our 18th wedding anniversary, just before church. During the service that Sunday morning, I surprised everyone by going to the front of the church and reading aloud the following letter: On August 5, 1989, Warren and I pledged our love and our lives solely to one another in a small church in Dennison, Iowa. Just before the wedding, a tornado went through town and we couldn’t help but wonder if that upheaval Full post …
NLQ FAQ: How can I help my "Quiverfull" friend?
by Vyckie Q: How can I help my “Quiverfull” friend? I have a good friend who is really into the quiverfull/patriarchy lifestyle. She is always careful to appear cheerful and happy with her family life, but I have often suspected that things are not quite as rosy as she wants everyone to believe. After reading the stories here on NLQ, I am more concerned than ever, especially for her children who are very well-behaved and respectful but who seem to be sending out “distress signals” like Angel did in Vyckie’s story. My friend is Full post …
Here’s just a tiny little example for ya ‹(ô¿ô)›
By Vyckie As I have been telling my No Longer Quivering story here on the blog, I keep repeating that Warren was “difficult” to talk to because his communication skills were extremely poor. This afternoon, I was reminded of an incident which I really want to share here because it’s an excellent example of the situation we were dealing with. This is actually funny in an oh-that’s-so-pathetic sort of way. Three of my girls (Berea, Chassé, and Hazelle) have a rare genetic bone condition which they inherited from me. They receive treatment at the Shriners Full post …
When am I supposed to sleep…?
by Laura When my 11th baby was born, he had feeding issues. He just wasn’t getting the hang of nursing and I think my “plumbing” was getting a bit worn out. After two weeks of trying and trying and him crying and crying, I took him to a Lactation Clinic an hour and a half away. The nurses and doctors were wonderful and remembered me from the last time I had a baby with these problems. They told me that I needed to use a breast pump every two hours all day and every 4 Full post …

Michelle says, Never enough babies!
