I entered adult life lame. I was weak and fell behind the others around me. I married my first husband at 18 to get away from my parents. He, of course, was a classic abuser and royal asshole.
My attempts to keep myself and my children safe around him, never seemed to work. I was ill-equipped at defense and terrified of him.
Oh, I tried time and time again to get away from him but nothing seemed to work. I was also a student of my parents’ charlatan Christian façade. This kept me bound to my marriage and wrapped in deceitful, ungodly ways. They were all frauds, but I couldn’t see it then. I was just being a good student – you know, a good girl.
What God would ever want a person to suffer at the hands of an abusive person? Before I had children, my face had been left scarred by a glass he’d thrown at me in a fit of jealousy. Would God really have said, “return to him?”
I don’t think so, but I returned to him time and time again.
He would hit and verbally abuse my children right in front of me, but I had no courage to stand against this man; sadly not for me or for my children. I despised him and wanted to protect us, but my attempts seemed futile.
My childhood had rendered me lame.
I reached out time and time again for help.
Once me and my siblings attempted to flee our abusive husbands. It was a complete shit show and ultimately I went back to him even after my oldest daughter told me about some inappropriate touching.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I get away from this abuse?
I went to a church we were attending and signed me and my husband up for counseling. What a joke! We showed up at our assigned time and the counselor had lost our paperwork. The guy remember enough to tell us we were in a trauma V. A trauma V – we were in severe abuse and needed guidance and help.
My past had put such a thick layer of denial over my eyes, I truly could not determine the right way to go or the right person to listen to. It seemed I listened to every wrong voice and never my own.
I couldn’t stand watching the agony in myself or my children any longer and I finally found the courage to leave.
You know how I started getting on in life? I began trusting myself. I trusted my failures. I listened to the voice guiding me inside myself. I turned off all the noise of the outside world and all the sudden, I was beginning to see more clearly.
I wasn’t disabled – I needed to turn off the voice of my abusers.