In 1975, when I was 18, I married a good JW man. My parents had pulled me out of HS after 10th grade to go into the ministry, become a pioneer, go to bethel, or find a husband. I had enough education at that time to do any of these.
I moved to a new town when I got married (Vancouver, WA, across the river from Portland, OR) and to a new congregation. After my wedding, I found out I married into the wrong JW family. His father was an alcoholic and physical abuser of wife and kids. My husband inherited the alcoholism, and was taught to be an abuser.
I went to the elders in the congregation about his abuses, and I was told that I was not being a proper wife subjecting myself to my husbands punishments as he saw fit.
We both left the JW's after about 3 years of marriage, and I stuck with him for a total of 7 years. You see, I didn't believe in divorce except for adultry.
On my 25th birthday (Nov 1981) I played russian roulette with a 44 magnum. You know - one round, spin the cylinder and pull the trigger?
click
I looked at the barrell and pointed at my head again and
click
I pointed it at the ceiling and
BANG!
I'm hard of hearing in my right ear, but I'm alive. I shot the desire to live, and get a divorce, back into me!
I lost weight, found a lover, and used that as an emotional means to escape. After all, I no longer considered myself a JW, but I needed the adultry to break his emotional hold on me. We divorced in 1982.
I'v been married, and divorced, twice since. Seems like my picker is a bit busted. Today I'm with the love of my life. He and I've been living in sin for 5 years, and have a more commited relationship, (instead of needing to be commited) than I've ever had, with trust, love, respect.
Part of why I got married to #1, and repeated the relationships with abusers is that I was never allowed to use the word "NO". My parents were not abusive, but my father was happily in control, and my mom unhappily supportive.
Today, I not only can pronouce the word "no", but I use it, and reinforce it if I have to. I also choose people to be around that respect boundries, and respect "no".
Long, difficult, painful lessons, but today I can truly say I'm free and happy.
Blessings on your journey's.
Brenda