The first man who abused me used to say all women were wh***s. He said they all cheated. He never accused me of cheating, but worried constantly that I would. He also called me fat a**s, lard a**s, and other choice names. He hit me, tried to strangle me, fired a gun off in my direction. He held me down and hit me in the mouth, hit me upside the head, shoved me off the bed and into a wall. I hit the wall so hard I broke the outlet with my back.
Throughout our relationship, I never lied or cheated. I adored him, I gave the relationship 150% and prayed that he would change. He never did. So, after all of his abuse, I finally got to the point where I didn't love him anymore. We broke up a few times, during which he stalked me and would not leave me alone, begged me to take him back. I did because I felt sorry for him.
Then, his prophecy came true. During the death throes of our on/off last few weeks of relationship, I spent the night with another guy. I find it ironic and sort of telling that over time, we start to believe and act upon what others call us and believe of us to be...even as a adults.
I hate to say it, but I sort of see it as all bets being OFF when one person in the relationship is abusive towards the other. The abuser does not deserve one iota of devotion and consideration. Now, I'm not saying it's wise to do something that can cause an abuser to become violent, but never feel that you owe them anything other than what they deserve.....life living alone to contemplate what it means to be a human being.