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He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)
*Trigger Warning: Domestic abuse
In the history of the world, no one has ever loved anyone the way I loved my husband.
I felt that way all the way up until the moment he dislocated my rib cage.
He bought me my first car. I didn’t own a car until I was in my 30’s. I grew up poor. My first car was the BUS.
We’d only been dating 4 months when we celebrated our first Christmas together. He presented me with a brand new, cherry red Mazda Miata convertible.
I LOVED that car.
I named him “Herbie.” As in, the movie “The Love Bug?”
The very first week, I logged 800 miles, visiting every friend I had in the tri-state area.
FREEDOM.
For the first time in my life, I experienced the exhilarating sense of getting behind the wheel of my very own vehicle. He gave me my love of the open road. He called me “Road Warrior.” I called him “Heavyweight Champion of the Living Room.”
In a world where everything changes, the only constant for me has been my love of road trips.
He gave me that.
He also unearthed the soft white underbelly under my fierce determination to rely on no one, EVER. Found in me the little girl who grew up abused and abandoned. And filled that great yawning abyss of feeling unloved.
Accepting love is a muscle that can atrophy if you let it go unexercised too long.
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
–The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
His love for me was stronger than anything I had ever experienced since the death of my oldest brother. The first few years of our marriage were unequivocally the happiest years of my life.
In a world where everything changes, the only constant is change.
My husband got into serious trouble, and lost everything – including his ability to make a living. I stood by him, because I loved him. For Better Or For Worse.
We switched roles. He became the stay at home parent, and I the provider. I backed into a successful business purely by accident. But this unorthodox and unexpected role reversal was brutal for him.
It soured our relationship irreparably.
Love truly is blind.
I was blind to the years he made a pretense of earning a living while gradually bankrupting me.
I was blind to his pathological lying.
As it all unraveled he transformed into someone I didn’t recognize. Or was he always like that?
Eventually all his financial malfeasance surfaced.
UTTER SHOCK.
That doesn’t begin to describe your feelings when you realize your spouse has created massive debt in your name. With bills sent to post office boxes you didn’t know existed.
When it first erupted into violence, 6 years ago, I was FEARLESS.
I’m from New York. If you’re gonna hit me with a shovel, I’m going to hit you with a bigger shovel.
We might have beaten each other to death, Mad Max Thunderdome style in my garage, had my then 4-year-old son not wandered in. I saw the fear in his eyes, and I STOPPED.
I threw my son in the car and got on a highway. Drove to my NY BFF’s house upstate New York.
I filed for a restraining order and threw my husband out.
One night I received a phone call from my gym, which is affiliated with a medical center. A child in the playroom had been diagnosed with bacterial meningitis – the fatal kind. They were contacting every family who’d had a child in that playroom in the last 2 days.
My son had come home that day with a fever and a stiff neck. I was told by the nurse on the telephone to wake him up immediately and bring him to the ER. I argued with her that to do so would terrify him.
She told me that if I waited until morning, he might not be alive.
Our conversation was interrupted by the ambulance she had dispatched, screeching into my driveway.
My son screamed in pain and fear for hours while they ran a battery of tests on him. Around dawn my husband showed up and my son calmed down. Daddy was here.
Maybe, if I had family or friends nearby.
Maybe, if I hadn’t thought my son might die.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
The next day, my husband moved back in.
For the next 2 years I accepted his outbursts of violence and told no one.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
Then, more crushing debt surfaced. Reluctantly, I decided to tap into my savings to show my intent to pay.
There was no money in that account.
There was no money in that account?
MY LIFE SAVINGS – GONE.
BETRAYAL.
That doesn’t begin to describe your feelings when you realize your spouse has emptied your bank account. Ten years ago I had earmarked it for my son’s college fund. There was at least 2 full years paid for in there.
Not any more.
I started the fight that time, punching and kicking him.
He smacked me away, and caught my lip, which opened and bled.
I tasted the blood. And got up in his face.
“IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO, BITCH?! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!
BRING IT, MOTHERFUCKER!!!”
BOOM!
I literally flew across the room.
He’d full-on punched me square in my chest. His 220 lbs to my 110.
My heart stopped beating.
Every time I tried to sit up, excruciating pain tore through my chest.
Slowly, painfully, I put my 6-year-old in the car.
And got on a highway. Fled like a thief in the night all the way to Boston.
I made up an elaborate story to my college BFF about my injury.
It was a dislocated ribcage. But really?
That was the day my heart broke. For good and forever.
I’ve had to file for bankruptcy. The house I broke my back saving the down payment for – is lost.
It’s just a house.
It was my first ever backyard with a swing set and trampoline and everything my son deserves and will no longer have.
My Ex likes to remind me that I’m nothing more than an ex-junkie stripper whore.
Yes. I know.
He has erupted into violent fury over imaginary transgressions. I’ve been advised by my lawyer, my therapist and the police to keep a bag packed at all times. Store it in the trunk of my car. Have a shelter ready to flee to with my son.
I’ve kept his abuse my secret for 6 years.
Two months ago, he flew into one of his irrational rages.
He smashed my laptop. He grabbed the extension cord and began hitting me with it. I tried to diffuse his rage, hoping to not wake up my son, dodging the blows that were opening up cuts on my arms and legs.
Not satisfied with what he was inflicting on me, he wrenched our child out of bed. My son was crying and terrified, and I was screaming at my Ex to get out.
Madness. Dysfunction. Chaos.
I ran for the bedroom and locked us in there until he left.
Just a few minutes later, my phone buzzed. Lizzi was Facebook messaging me.
And in that moment – I needed her desperately. Her kind words; her gentle voice. Her beautiful soothing English accent. Her humanity.
We skyped.
Never before had anyone seen me like that. Hysterical. Sobbing. Frightened. Broken and bleeding and bruised.
We spoke until daylight.
At last.
My secret was out.
And now I need to tell it. If even ONE WOMAN feels less alone, then writing this will have been worth it.
I want this post to end the way other domestic abuse stories do.
With hope.
It doesn’t.
Even with him out of my house, and locks changed, I don’t feel safe.
You think the police can protect you from an irrational person who wants to harm you?
Think again.
It’s not even me I worry about. He could kill me for all I care. It’s my son. What toll is this taking on his psyche? How will he grow up and learn how to treat women with respect?
And should I end up dead? What will happen to my son?
The height of irony is my Ex accusing me of wanting to be with another man.
I will never, EVER allow myself to get close to someone like that again.
If I even suspect someone likes me, I make sure to drive them away.
If I’m intimate with someone, I make sure it’s somebody who cares as little about me as possible.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
People often tell me that I’ll heal when I find the “right person.”
Not a chance.
For what? To strip me of my worldly possessions and my self-esteem?
Happily ever after isn’t REAL.
What’s REAL is that I spend my life looking over my shoulder.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
I have that bag packed in my trunk.
I’m ready.
Some day, I’m just going to get in my car.
ALONE.
Get on a highway.
And just drive.
Drive…
and drive…
And keep on going.
And never come back.
*This post is dedicated to my SisterWives, who supported me in writing this. Thank you. I love you.
Do you have a story about domestic abuse?
Talk to me. I’m listening.
You are such a brave woman for staying and trying to make everything work for the sake of your son. Many would have just packed up and left – never to be heard from again. This post struck a chord deep inside my soul. My mother recently went through this, and we left home for a few days but eventually, she took us all back home because it’s what’s easier. She’s lost so much of herself to my father that she doesn’t know how to live life without him. She has no idea what stone to tread on next if he’s not there, whether he’s cheering her on or calling her awful names and beating down her pride. I pray for you and all the other women who’s whole worlds have been destroyed by someone you trusted and a man you surrendered your heart and soul to. And I send my love and well wishes to your son. May God bless your journey ahead ❤
“When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.”
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day
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You are truly an amazing person who has overcome some horrible things in your life. He tried to beat you down, but he did not break you. You are still standing. YOU ARE ALIVE and you are stronger than all your pain. You are not alone, you have more people than you know rooting for you. You are strength personified. Let your voice be heard so it can outshine any nastiness and abuse he ever afflicted upon your body. Peace and love to you and yours.
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This was truly chilling. You are an amazing writer. I am glad you are making your way away from this horrific man. It’s such a terrible thing when a woman loves a man as much as you did, supporting him for so long, only to be treated like this.
Good luck to you. You are strong. And I believe the more people there are who tell their stories, the better it will be for those who are so badly abused. Silence no longer.
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Beautiful. Thank you for your courage to share. I am on a journey of truth with you. http://thespire.wordpress.com/2014/07/15/the-ways-you-have-failed-me/
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Reblogged this on D'oh. and commented:
“You accept the love that you deserve” Beautiful post on Domestic Abuse.
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No-one should have to suffer the kind of abuse both mental and physical that you’ve endured. I hope you stay both strong and safe now. Finalize the divorce and find a life for you and your son which doesn’t involve this man. If there’s a chance of having him charged with fraud for forging your signature for loans, take it and make sure he pays for some of his crimes at least.
I wish you the best you could wish for yourself.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Your powerful story has made me realise how lucky I am. I have never been hurt in any way by a man in my life. Father, uncles, brother, husband. I am now raising two teenage sons and have always been clear that they are to treat everyone and especially women in a respectful manner. As young children we pretended our home was a castle and I was the Queen. We had rules in our castle and one of them was ‘to only handle the a Queen in a loving and gentle way’. They had to learn how to control their anger and emotions with physical and verbal hurt. They tower over me but I always feel safe around them. I will show them your article to remind them of the impact that this loss of self control can cause or to help a mate seek help if they recognise it in someone else. Thank you for sharing
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It is refreshing to hear that there are still women who have never had to experience abuse from a man in their lives. I think there are very few left untouched. As it becomes ever more clear that our culture now conditions men (and women too) to indulge their narcissistic tendencies with disregard to the consequences. Technology both advances and regresses what it is to be human. I feel for all who suffer from abuse and the unfortunate trickle down legacy passed to succeeding generations. As a mother who raised her young children in a loving yet dysfunctional family I wish I had been able to provide more of a healthy environment for them to grow-up in, for this I feel such failure.
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Please don’t feel like a failure! My son is growing up amidst such dysfunction and I pray he turns out okay.
Technology has created a rogues paradise, in terms of a no-consequences arena. But I don’t know if this has necessarily exacerbated the abuse of women by men.
Thought provoking comment. Thanks for weighing in here.
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You mustn’t feel a failure, you said the biggest word of all, you raised them in a loving family, they are loved by you and they know it, the rest was out of your control. You are a stronger person than I will ever be, believe in the wonderful person and mother that you are.
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Thank-you so much for your kind words. It is good for one’s soul to hear that from another person. I know this in my head, but sometimes I forget. I think most Moms want only the absolute best for their children. What upsets me the most is I KNEW BETTER and try as I may I couldn’t change the situation. I saw the dynamics looking at his family of origin. On the outside it looks so wonderful, but there is/was a toxic cloud that silently changed all of them. But never (that I know of) has anything been brought out of the closet and addressed. His Father is just like him, and I feel that because he sees them (parents) as successful (all the tangible perks that life could ever offer) that he thinks it’s all good. Maybe it’s time to drag the skeletons out of the closet. Again, Thank-you for your comment. You made me smile today!
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Bless you Chely, keep smiling and being the wonderful Mum that you are :)))
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As I read your story, I feel we have lived parallel existences…
I have been in an abusive relationship for 4 years now and am finally beginning to see it for what it is. There is nothing more heartbreaking than wanting someone you love to be better, to be a MAN, to be the hero, the rescuer, the protector, the one who you can respect more than anyone, wholly admire, even adore. I wanted so badly to do all of these things with my boyfriend. But, he tears me down at every turn. He has hurt me in ways I am not yet ready to reveal publicly. All he does to hurt me, he accuses me of doing; the ultimate abusive tool. I have finally come to realize that love will not save him from himself, that I cannot make him the man I wanted to be able to adore, that he is a broken shell of a person, anything BUT a man.
You are strong, and so brave, to tell your story and dare to leave!!! I hope you continue to protect yourself and your son and remember that you are worth SO MUCH MORE than the opinions of one pitiful individual. Fill your life so full of friends, joyful activities and meditations that build you UP, constantly focus on the GOOD in life, in you, in your son and DON’T GIVE UP BELIEVING in your dreams of a better life.
We cannot bear the weight of another who has lost their soul, nor can we return it to them. Live your life to expand your own love, purpose, connection with the universe and find all that YOU were meant to be and your future will rapidly outgrow your past.
We can share our journeys; please don’t hesitate if you need a listening ear.
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Wow–just wow. Glad you’re alive.
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Gurl. You and me both. xoxo
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Reblogged this on The CR Coach Chalk Talk Blog and commented:
Thank you for being brave enough to share yourself with the world. I was once a victim of domestic abuse and thankfully I got out in time. Healing is possible, it took me years and with counseling and much prayer I no longer walk in fear. You deserve so much more, you deserve to be loved, respected, and cherished. Don’t allow him to win by causing you to become cold and unloving. Be safe and be open to accept REAL love one day.
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That is a sad sad story. I hope u manage to let go of your hate, not so you can find another man, not so you can forgive the bastard who surely doesn’t deserve it, but so you can be happy. If that is patronising I’m sorry, it is not meant to be. I can’t begin to imagine how you must feel, I get that, and I don’t offer you pity, something I’m sure you neither want nor need, but I do wish you get some hope back into your life, sometime. Some people get much much less love than they deserve.
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Keep writing! Glad you found your sisterwives. Keep nurturing yourself and your son. Be strong, you have survived this far, I hope and pray you can now bloom and grow, in any direction that makes you happy.
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My heart aches for you and all the beautiful sisters that don’t know and haven’t touched the love they deserve. I did this, more than once. Debt, restraining orders, alcoholics, drug addicts. I didn’t have a child, so one of them started to strangle my dog because he couldn’t hurt me enough. It took years and prayer and strength I didn’t know I had to stop. I love you, and I pray that you love you, too.
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Wow. Well done for sharing your story. Thanks for sharing. Namaste. TW
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I can so relate. Luckily my ex and I didn’t have any children together but we each had sons from our previous marriages. I stayed for 17 years because I was afraid of what he would do to my son to hurt me. I hate that I put my son in that situation-my son is now 29 and in a very loving relationship with children of his own. As for me, I’ve been divorced for 7 years but he still stalks me. He not only took my inheritance and my good credit, he took my trust. I can’t seem to have a relationship because I think all men are going to treat me like he did. I have a large network of friends and I’m thankful for them, but most of all I’m thankful for God in my life. Thank you for writing this. I know we are not alone-sadly there are way too many abusive relationships.
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Reblogged this on shivaamina and commented:
An amazing story from and astounding woman.
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Reblogged this on Raunak Of My Lyf and commented:
Thought of sharing it with other women’s so that they can take a step, if they ever face domestic violence…
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I don’t feel sorry for you at all. You know why? Why because you are amongst those few women who eventually solicit infinite courage to their aid and move on. I am proud of you, even though I do not know you. I am proud that we share the bond of womanhood.
I have never been through what you have, and I really hope I never have to. But I feel your pain..we writers are sensitive people. & I guess this sensitivity helps me feel your pain..I too have written about the pain of betrayal, but purely out of my imagination.
You are a brave woman, and you gotta remain brave and strong to teach your son how to respect women and not turn into the vivacious monster he saw abusing you.
May all the happiness in the world be yours!Keep smiling always 🙂
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First of all, congratulations for writing this, I know it must have been horrific to relive those things as you wrote. Having been in a similar situation I can really understand the utter confusion that happens in your mind when someone you thought loved you turns out to be something so far removed from what you thought they were. Your happiness will find you xxx
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This is such a heartbreaking yet hopeful piece. It touched me on a personal level as well. My mom and I went through domestic abuse with my father – ten years of emotional abuse for her, and thirteen years of physical abuse for me. My mom tells me that my father was known for being the only perfect gentleman at church when she first met him, and for someone as nice as him to turn into a monster has always and will always frighten me. Even with my current relationship, I am constantly afraid of being betrayed, which I know isn’t healthy in the slightest, but I cannot stop myself from automatically refusing to trust people. I feel very much the same way about leaving. I have always had a plan in mind – one day, I want to grab a suitcase, hop in a car and just drive away and start anew somewhere else where no one knows my name.
Thank you very much for sharing this story with us. Stay strong, and I hope you find happiness for yourself and your son. 🙂
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So im 19, im a guy, and I know close to nothing about marriage or childbirth, but you just gave me goosebumps. Your child is lucky to have you, same way youre lucky to have him and I pray your strength resonates in his upbringing. The lord forbid he ever becoming a monster.
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Gosh.. Ur a strong woman, and im glad youve come out with ur story. I do hope u and ur son find peace soon… Without having to flee. Cant he be put behind bars?
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Yes. And no. Not for long enough, unfortunately.
We seem to have found peace, at the moment. Thank you for your kind thoughts.
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Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.. Stay safe and loved, always! :*
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I really don’t know whether women are brave or not but MOTHERS.. yes they have to be brave since they don’t have any other option 🙂 A mother is never abused,,wife, yes they are! It deeply saddens me that how love is lost and the way it deviates from the path of companionship. You really don’t have to validate your affections. Be strong and earn the best for your son, I am sure he will remain a proud son..!
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Thank you for your kind words. I hope my son is proud of me. He gets the best part of me, all the time.
thank you for taking the time to read, and comment!
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You are very brave to tell about your story here. It is also a part of your healing. By experience I will advice you to get so far away physical as possible from your X. Maybe another state or country, where you will be very difficult just to find.
First after I moved to another country, I feel safe enough to not sleep with my phone beside me, and I can have an unlocked door without need to think that any abuser will come in.
Your son have seen and heard a lot in his short life. It would be good for him to talk with someone about those things, before he grows much older.
It can avoid problems for him later in his life.
By showing him your love, he will also realize how it will be the right way to live with other people, when he gets so old.
I wish you the best in your life.
Irene
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Thank you for sharing this story. Domestic abuse is a horrible thing. 😦
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Yikes! How do you dislocate a ribcage? Crazy!
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Did you read the post? I describe it in gory detail.
Go for it. Happy Friday!
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Nooooooooooo!
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My husband uses words to do his abusing. His tongue can be worse than a knife. It is a forked tongue as it can also be the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. Narcissism is such a nasty disorder. Many lives will be unraveled so silently, like a stealth bomber sent in for the kill, from this insidious soul killer. I’ve written a poem called “His Birthday Cake” I think it says it all. I hope you like it. Be strong – you are a good women. And a good driver.
https://chely5150.wordpress.com/?s=his+birthday+cake&submit=Go
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Thank you so much for reading.
I’m sorry you had to go through your ordeal. Narcissism is insidious, yes.
And thank you for the link. I’ll check that out shortly.
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you’re so welcome-sometimes its hard to talk about the emotional abuse part of my marriage. From the outside looking in you would never think that we are like this. Recently I commented that after all is said and done I still love that man as disordered as he can be. For better or worse. I got BOTH! I’m so sad you had to experience such horrible physical treatment – reading your words tells me you are a survivor! Never give up! Thank-you
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Wow! I’ve been there, too, but only ever shared the whole story with my therapist. I’ve shared pieces with a close friend and with my current husband, but because they love me, it’s harder. I applaud your courage and your writing ability to get the story out there. Keep it up!
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Keep driving, the imagery ties your story up perfectly. As a survivor of domestic violence I can say nobody understands why we do not leave immediatly. There are many layers to the abuse, it takes a lot of courage and bravery to begin to peel those layers away. Finding yourself again is possible, I reclaimed my own identity. I am currently 5 years free.
Keep driving, exactly what I did. My driving was rebuilding and reclaiming my lost life. I kept going despite the fear and the pain.
I hope you have a wonderful support system. Your story will help a lot of women living in similar situations. You and your son deserve a life of joy.
Keep driving, never let go of the wheel, you got this.
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Reblogged this on DefiantEve and commented:
I remember Tracy Chapman’s song, Behind The Wall, in this article. Let us campaign to stop domestic violence.
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Wow. That left me speechless Samara. Your story will end with freedom. How will write the next chapter of your life if you’re still re-reading the last one? You’re an extremely brave and sensible woman. Cut the cords. Break free. I hope that this post would have made you feel a little more liberated and a little less lonely. I hope life gives you what all you deserve and then some more. If not this, then maybe the next if you believe in rebirth. Or karma. I wish I could help you and support you in some way. Find your joy. I really admire your courage. I wish you find the support and life you truly deserve. I dont know how but maybe I hope you become a famous writer – your style if fabulous and one of a kind. Respect and good luck to you.
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OMG this is shocking. I am sad at what you had to endure for so long. I wish it had never happened, but now that it has, I hope you have the fortitude to look past and move on. I’m hoping that things will turn out better and that you are blessed with happiness in the future. You’ve had enough for more than a lifetime. Sorry to hear all this… 😦
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Reblogged this on itsallinprocess and commented:
Amazing feeling to find your not alone, that others experience your nightmare too
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It was an accident to step into this blog (at First) but when I started to read it I could not stop! I’m so glad I found this post..I’m so sorry you had such a bad experience in your life that will stay in your mind forever. I’m sorry that because of one person like your ex you have to push people away sometimes, people that may really care about you but I understand it 100%. You are very brave woman and I’m sure there is plenty of other women out there who experience domestic violence like you and I’m sure this post will help them to understand it all and will help them to find the right path out of the toxic relationship. Take care of yourself, be strong for your boy because he needs you more than anyone else and have a hope because hope and mental strength will help you to go thru this bad time. I’m sure you have got plenty of friends- they are there for you don’t forget about that. I’m thinking of you x
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Reblogged this on faithlessviews and commented:
It was definitely worth sharing your story. Opens everyones eyes and makes them realize this doesn’t just happen in movies. I’ve never gotten to this extent, but I have had a man put his hands up on me. As I the same. Sometimes I feared if it would get worst or would he finally keep his promise.
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There is nothing I can say that others haven’t. Nor can I tell you anything that you haven’t heard, or known for yourself.
All I can do is give you a virtual hug. Anytime. Anytime you need it. – Crystal
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Thank you Crystal.
I’m so glad you happened upon this post. I like making new friends.
And I may take you up on that virtual hug. Actually, I’m going to give you one right now {{hug}}
Please come and visit again.
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One day you will let the barriers down that much is true but they will come down slowly one brick at a time, springloaded to fly back up at the slightest hint of trouble, I know been there done it worn that T-shirt, the reason you will let the barriers down is simple that unless you do your ex wins, you live a half life, you realise that you have to show your children that not all relationships are like that, mine was a daughter too young when I walked to realise what had happened and I was also lucky in that my ex and I were both young and rather than pursuing me for long he moved on to his next conquest. For now of course you will do what you need to to keep you and your son safe, that is the most important thing but in time you will take back control of your life, your story shows that you are an incredible woman and one day you will look in the mirror and believe that once more xxxx
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Thank you for sharing your story with us, tough story. Every woman who talks about it, will help other women. This, I am sure of.
I left an abusive relationship. I don’t feel safe, who can feel safe after leaving such a nightmare? But YOU ARE ALIVE. And you still have MUCH LOVE inside you. Nobody can steal this. It’s yours, forever.
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Reblogged this on The Broken and The Beautiful.
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You are so brave and able to handle anything. God bless you and your son. I will post on my blog the domestic violence and death of my late husband sometime soon and alert you to read it. I pray for you and your son to have whole and peaceful lives no matter what it takes for that to happen.
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Reblogged this on Waiting for Eternity … and commented:
The tragedy of domestic violence and stalking … Pray for this woman and her child.
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I’m just speechless. This literally took my breath away.
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Wow. Thank you so much!
What an honor that you read and commented on this post from a year ago.
Means the world to me. Thank you for that.
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You are one of the most talented writers I know and you are so brave and strong. I shared this on Facebook and I hope people who need to read it do. Thank you for your bravery and being the power house woman you are!
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That is SO incredibly generous of you.
My life has changed so much for the better since I wrote that story.
After I was able to be honest with myself and the world, I was able to really put distance between myself and my Ex. We have very little contact.
My house became the peaceful bastion of safely that my son deserves.
I always hoped that this post would give someone else the courage to make the right move, even when it is so daunting. You know how hard it is for us to do everything ourselves.
Guess what? I can do it. WE can do it. We got this, right? xoxoxoxoxo
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Right!!!!! Yes! Virtual high fives and hugs!!! Amazing the strength we gain when we find outlet voice, and subsequently, our worth and value and purpose! You’re doing it! So proud to know you even if it is just through the interwebs. Go mama!!! Xoxoxoxoxoxo
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You freaking made my day. Thank you HUGE. xoxoxoox
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You made mine too!!! You rock my socks! Xoxoxo
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One day. One day.
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Yes. 💜
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I miss you terribly. I’m so happy this was over a year ago, and I’ve been blessed with getting to know you💗
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Thank you, Donna. It’s been a tough year, but things are so much better than they were this time, last year.
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Your courage, strength, perseverance, and fierceness leave me awestruck and teary eyed. Blessings to you and your son on your journey. ❤️
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