(((sens)))
My first abused me..both physically and verbally. I suffered a miscarriage from a beating. I got to where I couldn't stand the sight of a dozen roses because it was just empty promises "I won't do it again. But, Baby, you know you shouldn't do that...I can't help it when you do things like that." I began to believe his lies. That somehow this was all my fault. When I went into the relationship, there was no sign of his being abusive. It was all romance. The night after we got home from the honeymoon was the first time he struck me. I pack what I had just unpack and was going to my Mother's house till he "cooled down". That only made it worse..."You B***H! You're not leaving here...EVER!" And so it began...
I thought that love could cure everything that was wrong. If I just loved him more...none of this would be happening. I was wrong...could have been dead wrong. Finally, something snapped in me. He had me in the kitchen against the wall with his forearm across my neck choking me. My head was forced up and all I could see was the ceiling and the top of the refridgerator. On the top of the fridge was a coffee mug tree that had four very heavy stoneware mugs. Huge things. I don't know what came over me...but I thought .."if I'm going...you're comin' with me you M*****#####R!!" Somehow I was able to grab a mug off that tree and bring it down HARD on his head. He pulled away...I shoved him away...I grabbed a kitchen knife...and went after him. I was driven to madness. For a brief moment, I was mad...crazy...looney bin ...mad. I came back from the brink...and realized I cannot do this anymore.
It was a slow and long process to get out. All the while, I kept hoping that he would change. That things would be better. They didn't change. They didn't get better. I had to hide money because he would steal money from my wallet. I got up the money for a cheap lawyer. I had the sheriff serve him with the papers. I wanted nothing but my name back. Take the car...take it all. I'll take the debt and my name.
You know...when we stood before the judge...I still cried when he said this marriage is dissolved.
Looking back..as hard as that is...I wouldn't change a thing. I will never let anyone ever...ever....do that to me...or anyone I care about ever again. I am stronger because of it. There are scars on my body...they healed. The scars on my heart...healed. The occasional "flashback" ..well...you get through it. It's been 20 years since he and I were wed. He's dead now. Murdered. Shot at point blank range. Live by the sword...die by the sword....some would say.
I prefer to think of it as karma...
Lisa