I thought I had moved on. Put it past me. Was strong. Able to cope.
All of that gone in the blink of an eye last night. I was reduced to the frightened woman I was 20 years ago. How did this happen?
Let me give you a little background on me that I don't know if you're aware of yet. My first husband beat me. I was physically and verbally abused. Driven to the point of madness. At that point, a different Lisa emerges. When you get down to the primal, survival Lisa...it ain't pretty. It's violent and it scares the hell out of everyday, happy-go-lucky Lisa. Gawd, I sound like I have multiple personalities. But, the frightened abused Lisa reared her head last night when a man I was seeing took ...shall we say...advantage of me. I moved hands away. I tried to diffuse the situation with humor. Each time, I thought that the issue was taken care of. Apparently, not. I was put in a position I didn't want to be in and instead of fighting back like I believed I would, I surrendered. I'm lying there...I'm crying...and I'm in physical pain.
Where was the strong woman I believed myself to be? Was it fear? I was scared to death. I cratered like a house of cards. The shame came rushing back. The blaming myself. All those dreadful things back in the blink of an eye.
I don't have any answers. I just really thought that I was over that time in my life. Sometimes, buried feelings can quickly resurface.
Lisa