I got married to someone I only had known for a month to get out of the house. It was soon apparent that I was going to be a battered wife, emotionally and physically. I had to watch every word, because I never knew when he would strike me. So I went living in fear at home, to living in fear in a marriage. He was killed in a car accident on 07-26, many years ago, and I became what people would call a "widow" at a very young age. People would say how sorry they were, etc. and they had no idea how I had been praying and praying for something to happen.
I knew I didn't have a family to rely on, so to the outside world I would acknowledge their comments and then on the inside, something much different was going on. This was my lie.
I had to let my "secrets" out to a safe person which I did. I wrote about it and said like if anyone thought he was a "nice" person, here is what happened to me while I was married to him.
It's funny how I went along with the lies to "survive" and what other choice did I have at that time.
There is one night I will never ever forget in my life. The night that I was "raped" by him. We had gone out with another couple and he was drinking, but I knew he was putting on an act. He was a very good con person...another story. I could tell, so I decided that I would put on an act and have a good time too. He didn't like it and on the way home in the car, he reached over and hit me. I became hysterical, could not stop, went into the other bedroom, and he followed me. He was using sex to make me be quiet.
The next morning, the wife of the couple called to ask me to go shopping with her. I asked my husband if that would be okay with him. I didn't know if he wanted me to go since I had a black eye, I went with her, and we didn't talk about it, and I acted like everything was okay.
I haven't been in a relationship since his funeral...I went back to my maiden name several years ago, people couldn't understand why...I did it for me...
What I am feeling today, is how I have never felt SAFE.
My counselor told me last week, how some people, just look like they have been abused, and I am one of those.
So, with my HP, I would like to believe that I'm doing better and not allowing people to walk over me, like I have in the past, knowing when a situation is not the best one for me, etc. I gave up my integrity so many times at my last job, just so I could survive, but it did make me so mad...
Even when I had my massage last Friday, the girl said - I know you're going through a lot and I never said a word...so hopefully, one day, this body will not react and feel safe, and not have so much fear...
So, the healing continues...
I knew I didn't have a family to rely on, so to the outside world I would acknowledge their comments and then on the inside, something much different was going on. This was my lie.
I had to let my "secrets" out to a safe person which I did. I wrote about it and said like if anyone thought he was a "nice" person, here is what happened to me while I was married to him.
It's funny how I went along with the lies to "survive" and what other choice did I have at that time.
There is one night I will never ever forget in my life. The night that I was "raped" by him. We had gone out with another couple and he was drinking, but I knew he was putting on an act. He was a very good con person...another story. I could tell, so I decided that I would put on an act and have a good time too. He didn't like it and on the way home in the car, he reached over and hit me. I became hysterical, could not stop, went into the other bedroom, and he followed me. He was using sex to make me be quiet.
The next morning, the wife of the couple called to ask me to go shopping with her. I asked my husband if that would be okay with him. I didn't know if he wanted me to go since I had a black eye, I went with her, and we didn't talk about it, and I acted like everything was okay.
I haven't been in a relationship since his funeral...I went back to my maiden name several years ago, people couldn't understand why...I did it for me...
What I am feeling today, is how I have never felt SAFE.
My counselor told me last week, how some people, just look like they have been abused, and I am one of those.
So, with my HP, I would like to believe that I'm doing better and not allowing people to walk over me, like I have in the past, knowing when a situation is not the best one for me, etc. I gave up my integrity so many times at my last job, just so I could survive, but it did make me so mad...
Even when I had my massage last Friday, the girl said - I know you're going through a lot and I never said a word...so hopefully, one day, this body will not react and feel safe, and not have so much fear...
So, the healing continues...