iamkimblakes

Category: relationships

  • Rage

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    Kimberly Blakes
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    This is RAGE. My days have been consumed with the story at hand. I’m back there in every way. It has been more than 30 years, and everything is STILL just as fresh as it was the day it happened! I thought, “time heals all wounds.” Time hasn’t healed ANYTHING. I thought that with all…

  • Cracked Roots & Roses 3: June

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    My name tattooed on a boy’s chest was NOT on my bingo card for 1991. I asked, “Why did you do it?” He said, because he loved me and one day we would get married. This was surreal. I wanted to acknowledge the gesture, so I had my friend Tammy put his name on my…

  • Cracked Roots & Roses 2: Fast Trackin

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    This was really happening. A boy, who was well-known, best-dressed, and a junior, was actually checking ME out. When the bell rang, I went to the main stairwell to get to my 6th-period class. He legit walked beside me all the way there and was outside when the class let out. I wasn’t really flattered;…

  • Cracked Roots & Roses 1: Rotten Soil

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    My first real boyfriend was an unlikely candidate. Of course, I had a couple of bouts with puppy love, but nothing near serious or lasting more than a few weeks. I was 14 years old and a freshman in high school. At the time, boys were the furthest thing from my mind. I was too…

  • Guess who’s back?!

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    Hey everyone, I’ve missed you all so much! I’ve been thinking about how much I value this space, and I’m excited to announce a new blog series I’ve been working on. In this series, I’m unpacking my roots and reflecting on how they’ve shaped the person I am today. I won’t lie—this hasn’t been an…

  • He didn’t hold it against me

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    Kimberly Blakes
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    No matter how I tried to run from God—while in rebellion and after I got free—He wouldn’t go. I was so riddled with shame and guilt that I didn’t want to talk to people about Jesus anymore. I didn’t want to pray or go to church because I didn’t want to be seen as a…

  • Sins of the Father

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    Kimberly Blakes
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    I will share this because I know it can help someone like me. You may have come from abuse, but it doesn’t have to come from you. My father was an alcoholic, and he was cruel, to say the least. He was a mean drunk most of the time. We never knew if the bottle…

  • The Human Condition

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    I’ve always seen posts that say, “Comparison is the thief of joy,” and I agreed to a certain extent, though I hadn’t given it much thought—until the thief of joy was at my front door. This morning, I logged onto my old Facebook account, scrolled a bit, and noticed my joy was being stolen. A…

  • Untangled Final: The Question worth millions of dollars

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    Kimberly Blakes
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    Why didn’t I leave sooner? I still ask myself that to this day. What I’ve learned about abuse since my ex—whether emotional or physical—is that the abuser counts on you not knowing you’re being abused. Narcissists don’t target the weak; they target those who think they’re too strong to be used. They count on you…

  • Untangled 45: A tight little bow

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    When I got back to Dallas, I actively sought my healing and total freedom. I was severely broken, and I knew it. I was in need of deliverance yet again. So I went back to God, ashamed, dirty, and full of condemnation. How could I have allowed so much? Part of it is because I…