A Mom, Wife, Sister, Daughter & Woman…Overcoming Domestic Abuse With God

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Altercation

I’m still trying to process it.  The attack.  So quick that I never knew what hit me.  Down the front steps, across the front lawn and in my face before I could say milk shake.

Let’s back up a minute.  Baby girl is on week 1 of 4 week summer visitation with her dad.  It has been HARD already.  Last night was my evening with her and I texted the older kid’s dad to see if they could come over.  To see baby girl, have milk shakes and get my oldest ready to go to camp.  Mistake #1 given how contentious, toxic and angry he has been in the past 15 months.  No reply from him.  So industrious me loads up baby girl, picks up shakes and goes to the kids’ house to see them.  Mistake #2.  I shut off my vehicle, step out with an arm full of milk shakes and fury (aka ex #1) explodes out the front door of his residence.  I say his residence because his gf owns the house and he just mooches off her by living there.  Although I was informed last nite that he pays half the mortgage.  To which I responded, “well that’s really stupid”.  Mistake #3.

He exploded.  Went nuclear.  Screaming at me in front of my middle son and my youngest daughter.  Refused to let the other kids come outside.  As I stood in the driveway with an arm full of milk shakes and what could have only been a dumbfounded look on my face.  Screaming about how I don’t communicate with him (I sent a text, no reply), how I FINALLY started paying for the kids (yeah, let’s not even go there), that I was trespassing, that he was going to try to take the kids from me on weekends and on and on and on.  The neighbors now are aware of every grievance he’s had with me over the past year.  And I do mean every one.  And while I gave better than I got it all boiled down to one thing…a disordered, pathological person dumping all their “stuff” on me.  Nothing new there. 

I called the cops on my way home, shaking like a leaf and had them file a report.  They felt talking to him would likely only make it worse on the kids (I found out this morning that gf had been physically blocking my kids from coming outside to see me) and I guess that makes sense.  Except that this keeps escalating and maybe some police intervention, even a good talking to, might knock him down a peg or two.  We have joint custody…these kids are NOT hostages…and his gf becoming involved upsets me even more.  Don’t even get me started on her and her dysfunctions. 

I couldn’t sleep last night.  I just keep replaying it over and over.  I spoke to my therapist after the cops left and we reviewed everything that happened.  He’s been exploding more and more, she reminded me.  Yes, he got in the face of an umpire at my son’s game last week and the night before this altercation had come off the bench at a remark made by an opposing coach.  He’s a very angry person anyway.  Yes, he was asked to stop coaching my son’s football game because of it.  This guy has ISSUES.  Yes, and he takes them all out on me.  She reminded me that he does this – dumping all his problems on me and blaming everyone but himself.  His life is a mess of his own making and I’m finally getting mine together.  She brings me a lot of peace.

This morning I’m still in shock.  That it even happened.  That he was willing to escalate things to that level in front of so many witness’. 

And I fear what he will do if he catches me alone.

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Care Giving

 

“Core-damaged children grow into needful adults. They might fear that if they let themselves love somebody as intensely as they want to, that person will shriek, run off into the night and abandon them. Their sense of need feels gigantic, and often painful. It presumes that someone on the receiving end won’t be able to handle it–which triggers shame for being “so needy.” This shame makes one want to shut-down their needs (or control them), which is a defense that has one giving to others, what he/she desperately requires. It also has them choosing emotionally unavailable partners who reactivate painful sensations that reinforce their core abandonment trauma.”  Gettinbetter.com

This is me.  This is exactly me.  Now my job is to figure out how to fix me.

 

Cast Away

I have a box with golden wings.
My hope lies buried there.
I fill my life with countless things
To fight off the despair.

I know that I should open it.
Sometimes the urge is strong;
But somehow I resist a bit
Because I’ve hurt so long.

Yet, someday soon when time has passed
There’ll come a brighter day
I’ll open up the box at last
My fears I’ll cast away.

I’ll don the wings of purest gold,
I’ll free the hope within.
I’ll look on fear as something old.
Renewed, I’ll live again.

By Lynn S.

Dear God, How Much More?

I have hit rock bottom today, Lord.  The news that my 2 completely f-ed up ex’s are working together is the ultimate nail in the coffin and the full weight of it is pounding down on me.  My daycare provider is waffling on helping me fight my abuser and actually said today, “maybe I just wish he’d be a better dad”.  Yeah, well, I wished too and look where I ended up!  I am exhausted, overwhelmed, disappointed, betrayed, frustrated, disgusted and stunned.  By it all.  Wondering where and if this nightmare will ever end.  I don’t know if I can keep going.  I can’t even feel safe in my own home or be myself around my children.  How much more can you possibly dish out to me before I just quit?  How do I possibly keep being this strong every single day?  Every time I start to turn a corner, get my shit together, feel less afraid and have a good day or two…MORE $HIT HAPPENS.

Please help me see that this going to get better.  I have trusted you, continued in faith, listened to your voice, felt my baby leap, studied your word and acted according to your will.  How much more suffering will I have to endure before my enemies are defeated and my reward delivered?

If it be your will, Lord, please deliver me.

This Isn’t My Hill

Life should have choices beyond mere survival. 

It feels like, on some days, surviving is the best I can do.  But I really feel the need to accept responsibility for my part in what happened.  No, I’m not blaming the victim here (although I have recently) but I’m trying to move forward in my recovery process.  What I’ve finally allowed myself to see is that hindsight is 20/20 – I should have walked away 3 months into the relationship.  Before I ever moved in with him.  Before my life became so enmeshed with his that I felt I had no choices.  Before I chose to continue seeing him and chose to try to make things work.  Before I chose to move in with him and his pack of juvenile delinquents.  Before I chose to bend over backwards and twist myself inside out to try to please him.  I chose to stay 3 1/4  years trying everything to make it work.  WHY??? 

A lot of that was for me (already divorced once, thought I’d met my soulmate, didn’t want to go it alone again, wanted our daughter to have a dad) and I needed to know, 100% that I had done everything to try to save the marriage.  I needed to walk away with a clean conscience.  I needed to know that what we had really wasn’t worth saving.  I needed our daughter to be verbal and able to make her needs known as much as possible.  And in the process I allowed myself to be severely emotionally and verbally abused and allowed her to witness it.  I allowed my boundaries to be stomped on time and time again.  I allowed my ethics and morals to be violated in unconsciounable ways.  I feel ashamed of myself for that.

Until, finally, I’d had enough.  I realized that the only person who was going to save me was…me.  I had no one else to guide me out of the nightmare.  I had to find the strength inside to stand up for myself, gather my children and my resources and step forward in faith.  Faith that I was walking in God’s favor towards a future I couldn’t see but trusted was a damn sight better than the past I was leaving behind.  And with guidance and a lot of therapy I have been slowly making me way through this. 

So I will gather up my reserves and I will press on because that is the person I am inside…the person he tried so hard to kill.  If there’s a way out of this, I will by God and for God, find it.  For me.  For the kids.  For our lives. 

This isn’t my hill to die on.

Depression

“I’m so sad, why bother with anything?”; “I’m going to die… What’s the point?”; “I miss my loved one, why go on?”

During the fourth stage, the person begins to understand the certainty of the situation.  Because of this, the individual may become silent, refuse visitors and spend much of the time crying and grieving.  This process allows the person to disconnect oneself from things of love and affection.  It is not recommended to attempt to cheer up an individual who is in this stage.  It is an important time for grieving that must be processed.  Also referred to as preparatory grieving.  In a way it’s the dress rehearsal or the practice run for the ‘aftermath’ although this stage means different things depending on whom it involves.  It’s a sort of acceptance with emotional attachment.  It’s natural to feel sadness and regret, fear, uncertainty, etc.  It shows that the person has at least begun to accept the reality.  This is when it sinks in there’s no going back to this man and that the man you loved never existed.  You mourn the loss of time and the abuse you tolerated.  You direct the anger at yourself and feel stupid for being with him and fear getting into another relationship, lest you become involved with another man just like him.  Like the Anger stage, you don’t want to get stuck here either. Feeling sadness over this relationship is natural, but don’t let your experience with this man distort how you view all relationships.  Not all men are like him and, if you can feel the painful and difficult feelings that ending this relationship brings up, you’ll get through it.

If I can just feel the painful and heartwrenching feelings that the end of this “relationship” have forced out of my gaping chest wound, then I will get through it.  Words to cling to and hang my hat on.

I’m getting there.  There.  That place of acceptance that tells me that I have found the reality of the situation and looked it squarely in the eye without flinching.  No longer lying in bed sobbing for the loss of my “normal”.  No longer in fear for my kids and I’s safety – emotional or physical.

It’s been a slow, tumultuous trip so far and one that is far from done.  New temporary hearing.  Mediation.  Trial.  That’s a lot more grief to go through to reach the path of acceptance and freedom.

I better pack a bigger bag.

I Want To Be Normal Again

When does the overwhelming fatigue go away?  When will I feel his grip on me loosen?  When will my mind stop rolling the “facts of the case” around and around like a washing machine gone wild?  When will I be “normal” again?

I’m so tired of the dysfunction.  I’m tired of his name being on my lips.  I’m tired of my first thought each day being of him.  I’m tired of being afraid every single time my daughter goes home with him.

How do I move past this?  Where do I find normal?  When do I stop doubting that I am going to survive?  When do I place my trust in the Lord 100%?

I want me back.  I want the happy-go-lucky girl who had a life going for her back.  I want a partner to share my life with.  I want a home that I can call mine.  I want a job that I am proud of.  I want to be normal again.