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poohbear2700
- abuse
In response to
claims of abuse by women in relationships posted by
jesika15:
hi, I'm not sure if you guys want to hear my opinion or not but here goes anyway. I was hurt really bad my my ex husband, we were married five years and everyone thoguht we were the perfect couple and nobody knew what was happening inside our house. He never hit me because he knew it would leave a mark, but he would pin me down and scream at me and tell me I was crazy all the time to the point where I would write everything down that I saw and heard so that when he told me I was imagining things and they didn't really happen I could at least know, for myself, that it did. Close friends didn't want to come over for dinner after a while, not because we fought but because I was always uptight, and he didn't want to have anyone over. "what happens here stays here" he'd say. As our son got older, things got worse - he would yell at him so much for just being a kid, the two of us would hide in his bedroom and I would pretend that everything was ok, I'd tell ds that daddy was just upset about work, etc - but the tension was always terrible. By the time I got up the guts to leave, my husband had started locking our son in his bedroom to keep him quiet, and constantly insulting both of us. I did not have the support of many people - my own friends had long since given up on me, and even my own family didn't believe me because I had always put on a show and made it seem like everything was ok. I took a year or so for our son to start being able to talk about his dad, because he was always afraid he was going to be punished more, spanked, locked up. So it took about that long for anyone to believe me - but I knew it. So for at least a year, while I had not "proof" other than my own memories, I was one of these women: "As difficult as it is to feel compassion, these women are absolutely pathetic and don't have anything elso going for them." I'm sorry, but I don't hear compassion in that statement. I never once felt pathetic. I was strong, because i finally took my child out of a living H#ll. And I had, and still have plenty going for me - far more than I did while I was cowering behind a thin door wondering when it would crash down on me again. But you are right about one thing. Good always wins.
