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Every year, over 12 million people experience domestic abuse. I am that 1 in 12 million.

I am a victim by happenstance.

I am a survivor by chance then choice.

Globally, every ten minutes a woman or girl life is taken from her by a loved one.

May 2025, my aunt Irene Myra Williams was a victim of a domestic violence crime that ended in the worst possible way.

After experiencing being a victim of abuse time after time and now with my aunt no longer walking this earth, I feel a strong sense of duty to show how I am turning pain into bravery by paying tribute on this unforgettable page, through sharing my touching memories of my aunt Irene Myra Williams. Grief nor pain will not be the message used for this platform, instead it will be the vessel my courageous heart will graciously uplift my aunt Irene Myra Williams vivacious spirit. I ask you to invest with your support by easily navigating to the donation form below. Your support by way of donation opens a clear stream of valuable resources that will improve the quality of life. In today’s world, just being in a safe environment is seen as a luxury. Showing your continuous support may offer an individual the chance of a life of luxury by transitioning them to living in a safe environment. No matter the donation size, please know your support by way of donation is greatly appreciated and will be allocated to its applicable resource need based on level and timely coverage. After reading this impactful introduction followed by a touching tribute to my aunt, next you will find information to help those in crisis and a interview that offers a different perspective from a new lens

Its “auntie girl”, you nincompoop! *DJ Drama voice* Because the grandmother who raised you would call those who lacked knowledge, “nincompoops” by way of jokingly insulting them using language of her day. Now the play on the endearing term “auntie girl” is how she addressed two out of three of her nieces when reunited with her in person or during a warm, hyped up, loving phone call. What I would give to hear her say, “is that, that auntie girl” once again. While out of sight, I write about my maternal aunts and types of scenarios their personality would be best suited for. I still have those papers and I never shared them with a soul, just kept it to myself as I endured trying times. The day I was moved to write such a piece still touches me in the shadowiest of places I whisper over.

Now you can add that piece to the private fault.

Even on days you would lounge in the house, you would wake up, shower, put on fresh house clothes that matched your full set of manicured nails. Your fingernails kept a theme color you planned your vibrant outfits with, with matching nail designs. Crown Apple Royale is what you drank the last time you had me over as you hosted me. You even surprised me with a gift and you were known to do those sorts of things. Always thinking of others to the fullest extent, you were truly heartfelt in such a way.

That afternoon, that’s what I learned ABOUT you. However, during the season nearing your untimely unaliving, I began to think of how there is plenty I have yet to learn FROM you. Although robbed of your presence and essence, you took every opportunity to enjoy life accompanied with your raw and rare qualities. You never deprived yourself of being yourself. No matter the company you were in, you keep it classy but kept it authentic. That memory will continue to serve me well.

“Auntie girl” it is me baby, your voice echoing clear as the day is long. “Auntie girl” with your cute self and high-pitched voice, your vivacious spirit will live on through the tones and pitches of my relatives and I voices. Let’s remember who would be the first to want to go home during family gatherings. I guess now it will be your younger sister, my own mother, who will be the first to want to head home out of the family. Man! I really miss you! “Auntie girl” wanna go “mimi A” and let us never forget your “OH MY LAND“. Your quotables don’t even count as quotables unless you have the matching voice for its delivery. Auntie Pee-Wee for as long as I have breath my memory will be reminiscent of you. I love you baby.

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“Because everyone deserves healthy relationships”

Question 1: why do you think its difficult for people to leave abusive relationships?

-They may think it is harder to stand alone after living a integrated life with abuser. Both parties become codependent on each other and ultimately that is the number one reason one side or both sides make excuses, stick around and do not want to leave the harmful relationship.

Question 2: has awareness for domestic violence become intergrated within our culture today versus twenty years ago?

-The awareness is evident because people do know it is going on and more people than not know of at least 1 to 2 people involved in a domestic abusive relationship. However, the compassion is not present along with the awareness and domestic violence happening on any level is a hushed discrepancy.

Question 3: what are the best ways we can support survivors (ally-focused)?

-Encourage survivors to become advocates both silently or loudly because they can be an aid in underground, “ear to the streets” resources and support. Also, facilitate safe spaces where your stories of past trauma can be taken seriously without fumble of (personal) information sharing.

Question 4: Is it possible for abusers to change?

-In my opinion and history is it is not possible for your abuser to change with you and the sole reason behind this stance is because the door for abuse has been opened, lightening has already been struck and both parties are forever changed and unequally yolked after a traumatic event has taken place between two people. Even when apologies are said, tears have been wiped, temporary behaviors have seem to take the forefront, once a new experience has been introduced neither parties can wipe the slate clean without leaving streaks. Just like once you clean a mirror after it has been professionally cleaned, even with proper tools, from exerting the slightest of wipes to rubs full of what we say “elbow grease” is applied, that mirror will not look the same. Just like the nature of a domestic abusive experience would have then changed the entire relationship as a whole, shifting it into a lens you wish you could un-see but you just can’t. This is why abusers are not able to change especially while still having access to who they abused.