julietsierra -> RE: Subtle Abuse (12/28/2008 1:42:46 PM)
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agirl: I can tell you what I've discovered about me so far and why it made me susceptable to this kind of behavior. 1. I am catholic. Now that is not a rationalization designed to pass blame. It's simply that within that religion, even if the family I was a part of didn't practice it all that devoutly, there is this set of beliefs that I was taught at a young age that said you marry and it's for life. I can't tell you how often I heard "you made your bed, now lay in it" when I was growing up. I was closer to my grandparents than to my parents so the groups of people I came more in contact with were those from an era in which divorces did NOT happen. My mother's parents divorced but it was a dirty secret that no one ever talked about. Hence, the messages I received were that you stuck with things, no matter what, and divorce is shameful 2. My parents were amazingly, blindingly, passionately in love with each other. Because of that, growing up, I saw more than my share of rip-roaring, knock down drag out fights. I also saw passionate love where one would be walking by the other and all of a sudden one of them would grab the other and embrace in passionate kisses - just because. So to me, relationships had all sorts of mean-ass fights, but husbands and wives loved as hard as they fought and it was all good. 3. I saw my mother put up with crap from my father that no woman would put up with these days. She did - with a smile on her face the entire time - except when she was crying - and then... see point 2. To this day, their favorite people in the whole world to be around is each other. So, when my husband and I began fighting, that's just the way things were. I'd been taught that very well. 4. This'll create a lot of flack, but it is part of it FOR ME. I am a submissive. My parents, as most parents, tried to instill in me this sense of independence and to not have a need for anyone in my life other than myself. My mother was VERY independent and VERY strong willed. She still is to this day. Unfortunately for me, and for her, she had a daughter that was not that way. She truly didn't know what to do with me. I *needed* people. Her choice was to take that need and challenge it. I was sent away often, with the hope that being away would someone "break" that need. Consequently, I grew up needing people even more and not wanting to let go when I finally had them. This is something I continue to struggle with. Additionally, because of her desire to see me be an independent person, I was never taught how to differentiate between people who were good for me and people who weren't. 5. And I have to admit, there was a lot of the subtle abuse going on in my family as well. My dad was an only child and will admit today that he missed the joking around between brothers and sisters. When we came into this world (me, a mere 9 months to the day after they were married), I think what happened was that there was a lot of resentment of us being there as well as this idea that now he had someone to tease... and teasing was the name of the game. Sometimes, that teasing hit hard and if we broke down, it was an additional way of teasing. It still is with my children, but they have me there telling them how to handle what's going on. I didn't have that growing up. 6. Enough of blaming the folks. The solid fact is that I have a disturbing need of people in my life - for whatever reason that is. It took a long while of being divorced before I was comfortable in my house alone. I needed to be around people. This is something I've worked on for a long time now. It is still there, lurking under the surface, but in more appropriate measures. It surely wasn't there when I was married. How this played out in my marriage was that he could threaten to leave and I'd panic right then and there and do whatever he needed me to do in order to have him stay. 7. When we were just a year and a half into our marriage, we moved 1300 miles away from home to live in Texas. Isolation from family came easy then, cause every phone call home was an expense and I was perpetually homesick. All he had to do was let the phone go and I had no contact with my family. That means no input, no guidance, no nothing - and I was only 21 when I married. (Course, since the parents were "you made your bed, now lie in it" kind of folks, it wasn't as if I'd get a lot of support there. 8. I had children. I had no education. One of my children was disabled. That meant in order to pay her medical bills, have the surgeries she required, keep a roof over my other children's heads and food on the table, not to mention clothes on their backs, I was entirely dependent on my husband. Family was too far away to help even if they would have and there I was... 9. As I thought more about leaving, my husband began making comments in front of the kids about how, if we ever left, he wouldn't be able to take care of the dog, so he'd have to shoot him. Believe me, agirl, when your children are screaming next to you begging not to leave so the pet they love won't be killed, you make decisions you thought you'd never in your life ever make. As I move farther and farther away from that time, I see things more clearly, but that's what I've worked out so far. Believe me, no one sits around dreaming when they're young children that "someday I'm going to marry a man and he's going to hurt me and treat me badly and maybe, just maybe, I'll be lucky enough to be afraid of him and what he'd do to our children." Once I made up my mind to leave, I did what I had to do in a very methodical fashion so that I'd be as prepared as I could be for life on my own. Unfortunately, this meant that I made the decision to stay even longer while I finished my education. I wanted to be able to support myself and my children. I rationalized that some people got student loans to complete their education. I got beat up. Everyone pays somehow. However, this meant that I stayed 5 years longer than I should have in order to finish this. The damage this caused, both to me and my children was astronomical, but I made the best decision I could given the information I had at the time. I am paying the price now, but it was still worth it. That's the best accounting I can give of my thought proesses back then. Like you, I don't know where that line is between those who will not put up with these things and those who will. I only know what side of the line I fall on. I only know what I do now to help me live my life, grow out of my past and embrace my future. And I only know that regardless of what it takes, I'll do everything to make sure my children don't take this same path. (course, I guess it could be said that I'm doing it again if I am willing to do anything "regardless of what it takes."). Hope that helps somehow. juliet
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