Well, thanks for asking. Have you read my stuff? I'm only asking because it's such a long story and I did write about it a lot. I try to stay on me though because her stuff is hers? I don't really psychoanalyze her. Also, though she is deeply involved in my therapy and I have told her almost everything, she's not my therapist. I have let myself bitch about her especially in my diary from time to time but at the end of the day, she saved me in so many ways and I really do love her. (It means different things to different people) I believe in love, I always have.
That being said:
She beat the hell out of me for years. Mostly because I asked her to. Not in words, that's what I do. It's a pathology. We came back from a really dark time. I started getting a little better in therapy and we were fighting about something as usual and I started to laugh. She looked at me really funny. I said, "you're beating the hell out of me." She said, "no I'm not." I laughed some more. (she always denied everything she was doing, it was so easy for her, I was such an easy target.) I said, "You've been doing it all these years and I'm not going to let you do it anymore." This voice I was speaking in, I guess I never heard it before. I think she looked at me like that because she never heard it before either. I just kept that up. I was like "Look I love you and we can get a divorce or whatever, and you can say anything you want to me but you're not going to use me for a punching bag anymore because that's over." Then I laughed. I mean, I really laughed, and then one day, she started some sh*t with me and I just looked over at her and I cracked up and then she cracked up. I knew then we were going to be ok or we made it past that part anyway. I knew she knew. I knew she saw it.
It's different now. We're different. I've been in trauma therapy for about 5 years. We grew together. We understand a lot of what happened and why. Understanding helps so much. We are more intimate. We don't really fight anymore, not like how it was. We laugh much more. This is one of my favorite lines and I've said it on here before but, I used to try and make my wife cry. Now I try and make her laugh. I couldn't laugh all those years. I was in really rough shape for a really long time.