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Viola227 is a 20-something BlogHer contributor who recently described herself this way: "I'm newly married and have a brand-new baby boy, four cats and a Chihuahua. I'm Type 2 Bipolar and Type 2 Diabetic, amongst other things." But then, everything changed.

A month ago my life fell completely and utterly apart.

I can't talk about it, about what happened, or what's happening, which in and of itself is a complete and utter hell unfathomable in its breadth and painfulness.

I can tell you my husband of 11 months is divorcing me. I can tell you he kicked me out of the house by threat of arrest in the middle of the night.

I can tell you he lied and said I was a threat to our now 7-month-old son and police took him from my custody. And that he told me he did it because it would make him look like a better parent for the impending custody battle, not because he believed it.

I can tell you I have nothing. For the past four years of my life, I have nothing to show for the love and the struggle and the life I lived with a man I still love.

(Except my son, but even that is bittersweet, since my time with him is court-regulated due to the aforementioned lies.)

But I'm not gone. The blog is, the Twitter protected, the Facebook purged.

But I'm not.

I'm still here, barely, but I'm still here.

And one day, I'll be back. Hopefully soon.

Until then, I'll hide here.

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