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Prosecution’s Narrative in the Mangione Case: A Closer Look
In the high-profile case against Luigi Mangione, prosecutors have presented a narrative suggesting premeditation and ideological motivation. However, upon closer examination, several aspects of this narrative warrant scrutiny. 1. Surveillance Footage Interpretation Prosecutors claim that Mangione “surveilled” UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian… Continue reading
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One Month Later: No Answers
June 2, 2025 – Nova Scotia Today marks one month since six-year-old Lilly Sullivan and her four-year-old brother Jack were reported missing from their home in Lansdowne Station. Despite ongoing search efforts and renewed public appeals, no major developments have… Continue reading
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Learning the Language of Pain
He doesn’t talk about what happened. Not because he’s numb or over it, but because every time he tried to speak the truth, someone left. Or changed the subject. Or told him to man up. So he learned silence as… Continue reading
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Survival Was My Childhood
They said I was just sensitive. But I was scanning every room for tension, bracing for the shift before it came. The silence was not peace. It was a strategy to stay invisible long enough to stay safe. Even now,… Continue reading
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Safe in the Silence
I don’t hide what I feel to be mysterious. I do it because the last time I let someone see all of it, they didn’t know what to do with it. So now I keep it quiet. Folded between the… Continue reading
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The Weight of That Ring
He said the word “wife” like it gave him a key. Like it granted him unspoken access to every part of me, not because I offered it, but because he believed the title alone made it his. I didn’t feel… Continue reading
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Chosen, But Not Safe
The word wife should have meant chosen. It should have meant safety, softness, a place to rest. It should have meant partnership, not performance. But somewhere along the way, it became something else. It became a role I had to… Continue reading
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After the Door Closed
The hardest part wasn’t leaving him. It was what came after – the long, disorienting process of learning how to exist in a body I had been taught to disconnect from. A body that had been touched, commanded, and criticized… Continue reading
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The Body Remembers
What he took wasn’t just my comfort. It was the quiet right to feel safe in my own skin, to exist without bracing for impact. That loss didn’t come all at once. It was chipped away slowly, through every moment… Continue reading
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This Is What It Cost Me
Just because I was married to him did not mean I stopped being mine. But he treated me like marriage had erased that. Like I no longer had a voice that needed to be heard or a boundary that needed… Continue reading
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