Living with emotional/verbal abuse is damaging. No one deserves what an abuser can dish out. I will take you on my journey through his hell, give advice and share in my healing. I encourage comments and participation.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Blowing in the Wind
Fortunately life moves forward, and each day brings new moments and new memories. I try not to look back, but with each message he sends I cringe, even before it's open. The memories that assault me from the past aren't good ones. Most times I have nothing to say in response. My one response, the only response to him was to say, "The nicest thing you ever did for me was leave." I believe that with all my heart. His messages vary from moment to moment, swaying from anger to love, like willow branches on a windy day.
I've decided I no longer need a brain where he's concerned. With each message he attempts to define me as if there is no separation between us. We are states apart, however, someone needs to tell him I'm not his property, or an extension of him. I don't complete him, and he most certainly never completed me. He terrorized me emotionally.
His words, "I miss your smile" doesn't bring one to my lips, nor does, "Love always" have any meaning to me when he sends it. He never loved me and telling myself that, has no impact on me. That realization came many months ago, like a slap across my face. I'm over it now and know it had nothing to do with me. I know him well, yet, I don't know him at all. Such a contradiction he is.
When he said, "Love and miss us" it made me physically sick. What's to miss? I can think of nothing. Yes, I did love him at one time, but he took that love, abused it, and destroyed it with his cruel words. It meant nothing to him. I was nothing to him.
The all caps are his attempt to yell at me I suppose. I don't hear them any longer. He's an anomaly. I find myself wondering what his new woman would think of his attempts to stir memories of us. I have nothing left to say to him. Apathetic is the new me with regard to him. I feel only pity for the both of them. Her, because she has no idea that she will no longer be free to be simply herself. Soon she will be playing the circle game, and like me she won't understand what's taking place. She will lose pieces of herself a little at a time.
The words, " I honestly hope and wish you to be happy, find peace and someone to treat you like you need" left me baffled. I had so much to say in response to those words. Such as: Gosh you made it so simple for any man to one up you. Treat me like I need? Oh, you mean with respect and love don't you? I doubt you want me to be happy. I believe you want me pining away for a loss that isn't. I didn't say any of these things. I pity him and his inability to feel. I'm glad that I am out of his crazy loop and haven't missed him for a moment.
I had to forgive him for myself and no one else. My life goes on. I'm happy and I'm free of his oppression and sadistic ways. Sadly he never will be...
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
The Seduction
We met on a dating site.
He had been winking at me for over a week and I chose to ignore
him. When I finally decided to look at
his profile, I saw a man who appeared to take care of himself and despite the
big toothy grin and bald head, I took a chance and winked back. After messaging through the dating site for a
few days we eventually exchanged phone numbers. The man came across as a near
saint and I thought to myself, “I am the lucky one.”
The flirting was a
blast and when he asked for my email address so he could send me a few
pictures, I complied. What arrived in my
inbox was quite a surprise – I opened up my email and was confronted with a
very naked body, front and center! I
choked on my coffee, spitting it across my computer screen. He should have given me some warning. I looked
behind me to see if anyone else had materialized in the room. I felt as though I were a naughty school girl
while looking at the various poses. I
laughed to myself at the thought of what was taking place
This would be the
first time I had received naked pictures from anyone – I was oddly flattered. I was also, however, somewhat stumped and
considered that maybe I shouldn’t meet him after all. But I continued to look – I was intrigued.
Seth looked great with his shirt off! His leg was
propped up so as to show nothing indecent and the majority of images displayed
his profile. He had obviously spent a
fair amount of time taking these pictures, I thought to myself. He was proud of his body that much was
obvious. I studied the pics (for
scientific purposes only!), and concluded that he was completely male! Then he requested a picture of me, I knew I
wasn't going his route and sent him an old picture of me.in a swimming suit,
laying on a rock.
On our first call we
talked for hours and he seemed to know exactly what to say. These marathon calls continued - I would lie
on my bed, cell phone in hand, my mind savoring his voice and contemplating our
first date. I watched as the soft
lighting in my room played off my ceiling, interrupted by the occasional set of
headlights, while I hung on his every word.
He told me how magnificent he was and talking with him, I began
believing it to be true. His logic
appeared incredible! It seemed that he
always did the right thing, or at the very least, attempted to. The potential with this man was both
mesmerizing and exciting.
Initially we talked
a lot about him. Where he was from, some
of his life experiences, his exercise routine and even about his mom who lived
with him because she was elderly and was disabled. I clung to his every word. I envisioned a woman who had lost her youth,
and due to some unforeseen circumstance, was hobbling around his house in
despair, cloaked only in an old robe.
We agreed to meet at
a local blues bar several days after we first spoke. On Monday evening I ran from closet to closet
with clothes flying in all directions, as I contemplated what to wear. My teenage daughter sat, laughing, as I
changed a few dozen times. I decided on
heels with jeans and a shirt with a jacket.
I hadn’t worn shoes this high in a long time and considered that walking
might be an issue after a few drinks. But,
I looked great so I quickly dismissed that idea, even though I knew that I
would need more than one drink to calm my nerves – they were over the top! I hadn’t been on a date in over fifteen
years. Newly separated by four months
and ready to move ahead, I had high expectations for the evening in front of
me.
As I pulled up to
the bar, my nerves were on edge; the anticipation of finally seeing Seth was
almost too much to handle. Outside the
winter air was frigid. Frost was hanging
off the bare trees in layers of thick, white icicles. I sat in my car thinking, “I hope he is good
looking and kind.” What more can a girl
hope for? I was giddy with expectation. The heated seat was keeping me warm and
cozy. I finally opened my car door and
the quick, strong blast of winter air brought me back to the present. My leather seat squeaked as I made my way out
of the car, I was in the here and now. I did a quick check in the side mirror,
adjusted my clothes, and prepared to meet the man I had become enamored with.
Pleasantly surprised by Seth’s charm and the
smile that seemed to be readily on his face, I let my guard down some. I still however, wasn’t certain about the
toothy grin. There was no doubt about
it, he was attractive, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was
attracted to me as well. He ushered me
into the dimly lit basement bar, the smile never wavering from his face. Seth had on Levis and a button down striped
shirt that he hadn’t tucked in. He
looked nice and I could see the well-defined thigh muscles in his tight pants.
We sat beside one another and ordered our
cocktails of choice – a martinis for each of us. Seth and I talked for hours,
this time with the clink of glasses and the soft sound of blues playing in the
background. People came and went without
either of us noticing. His charm and wit
knew no bounds. I was attracted to his beautiful hands. The trimmed clean nails and long smooth
fingers were perfect. I thought what an
odd thing to be drawn too. They weren’t
the hands of a physical laborer but rather the soft hands of a man who pushed
paper. If our bodies happened to touch
it was as if an electric charge went through me; I literally jumped with his
contact. There were times during the
evening that I was sure he was touching me deliberately. The night was magical
– it was as if the bar was ours, no one else even existed. Seth was the perfect gentleman the entire
evening.
My chocolate flavored
martini dulled my sensibilities. I found
him enticing, and almost irresistible, which was out of character for me. We talked about anything and everything. The words flowed smoothly all evening; it was
nonstop conversation. At one point we spoke about money, and Seth assured me that
he was financially secure - he owned a home in an outlying area.
“I have one hundred thousand dollars in the bank.” He told
me. “I worked for a company for almost
twenty years and I’m now semi-retired.”
He said with a soft laugh.
Seth was
bragging. He told me he also had money
in retirement accounts, as well as a whole life policy. It seemed he had all his ducks in a row. Excited at the prospect of a financially
secure man who appeared to be a decent person, I waited for more disclosures. I had met Gomer and Happy all rolled into
one.
I made my excuses and maneuvered to the
women’s restroom. Hobbling in my heels,
I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way towards the back of the bar. I turned around and met Seth’s eyes – there
was that smile. Later I would come to
detest that smile. He would sling harsh remarks at me with no conscience and
that smug grin was always there, gracing his cruel face
As the evening drew
to a close, I was reluctant to leave the reverie I had found with Seth. He was delightful and engaging. We made our way out of the basement bar shivering,
but neither of us wanting to break the spell of this magical evening.
Outside under the
flickering light of the street lamp while waiting for my car, he told me he had
sensitive nipples. He actually asked me
if I wanted to touch them He was
insisting. I declined the offer and
threw my head back in laughter. That was the one awkward moment of the night: the
disclosure of the sensitive nipples.
After only our second date, he requested that
I remove my profile from that singles site.
He insisted that we only see each other to figure out if we were
compatible. I complied and our romance blossomed.
One date led to the
next and I was having a blast. Seth
appeared charming, attentive and knew exactly what to say. He was a whirlwind
of excitement and fun. I was being fooled by one of the best. If we weren’t
together, we were on the phone. We were
sending texts and I heard from him throughout the day. Seth was very attentive and
flattering. He would tell me that
looking into my eyes would never be boring.
He said, “That’s a face I could grow old with and never get tired of
looking at.” “You’re beautiful!”
Soon after we started
seeing each other he would show up at my door daily and unannounced. I heard
the familiar knock on my vintage kitchen door, usually in the early afternoon
on most days. I watched him through the
panes kicking imaginary pebbles off the step or simply looking anywhere but into
my house. But I was always greeted me
with a big, welcoming smile once the door was opened. He would trudge into my bright red kitchen
and greet me with a breathtaking kiss. I
always cherished those kisses. They were
special to me. They were meaningful. I found myself wanting more.
Seth and I would sit
and talk for hours - sharing, confiding and affection were in abundance. I believed God had given me a gift. What was taking place was wonderful. Seth was very understanding and had kind words
that he shared with me often.
There were also red
flags that I didn’t notice. From the
start Seth was asking personal questions that I felt somewhat uncomfortable
answering. He tried insisting that I
share and answer his questions. He implied that I must have something to hide
if I didn’t disclose. He said that
everything should be out in the open and there should be no secrets. He also maintained there was no better way to
get to know each other than to tell all. I assumed I was too conservative and
started to open up to Seth a little at a time.
After we had been
seeing each other for a few weeks, Seth said he thought we should have no
communication for four days. He insisted
that we should see if we missed each other. I thought that was an odd request,
but since I wasn't emotionally vested in the relationship, I told him no
problem. I was a bit confused and a
little hurt however, that he had made the request. Keep in mind he had asked ME to remove myself
from the singles site! Did this mean I
could go back on? This was freakishly
weird and I knew it at the time. It just
didn’t feel right but I let it go.
I missed talking to
Seth and found myself checking my phone for messages that were never sent and
his calls that had never come. On the
evening of day three, as I lay in my claw foot bathtub with bubbles spilling over
the sides, my phone rang. My daughter
grabbed it and yelled out, “It’s him mom!”
Excited for me she answered the phone with a big hello. She has never been one to be a subtle young
lady and she promptly told Seth that I had been waiting for the call. I wouldn’t have put it in those words, but it
was out of my control. He had called on
day three and I was thrilled. Once again
we would continue our courtship as though that three-day hiatus had never happened.
When he described his
life with another woman, he would become captivating and animated. His charisma was immense. When we had the discussion of the exes he
told me all of his exes were crazy with the exception of one - the mother of
his child. I thought to myself, this guy
had terrible luck with women. I felt
sorry for him and extended my sympathy at his apparent, calamitous past
relationships. He shared stories of one
ex-wife and explained how she had gone after him with a knife. With furrowed brows he told me the story of
his divorce and appeared to be dumbfounded with the events that had taken
place. I was convinced he was a victim
of one horrible woman after another. He
would mention incidents often, calling the women in his life crazy, while
convincing me that they were.
Seth went on to tell me that the police were
called on several occasions, and at one point he found himself at a phone booth
in the middle of nowhere, in his underwear.
I was in shock at what he was sharing with me. He would shake his head in confusion while
telling me what had happened to him.
“How could she be that ruthless and violent?” I thought to myself. How
could anyone attack someone like that?
How could she keep him away from his things, his home and his property?
Seth would often sit
at my house almost the entire day, many times through late evening. There were days when I needed to get
something done, yet, I said nothing. I
didn't want to hurt his feelings and appreciated the time he was devoting to
me. He was monopolizing all my time and
energy, and I simply couldn’t see it. He
wanted to be the focus of my life, and he made sure he was. Seth explained that he didn't want me to feel
used. He made me feel incredibly
special. I rarely had time to myself but
I was enjoying the attention. I loved
having him with me. I felt secure and
cared for. From time to time Seth would
show up and cook me breakfast. He
confessed that he enjoyed cooking and especially enjoyed cooking for me. He also cleaned up after himself, which of
course, scored him bonus points.
He told me I was
special, beautiful, a good mom, the nicest person he had ever met and talented
in so many ways. It was wonderful to
hear those words of flattery, and they were working well. I thought I may have met the perfect man.
One Sunday afternoon
over Bloody Mary's he proclaimed his love for me. We had only been seeing each other for a
couple of months, so it came as a surprise.
A big surprise. “I am falling in
love with you.” Seth said simply.
I told Seth I was
flattered and that I too felt a bond. I told him I cared for him and found it
sweet that he was falling. I didn't
respond in kind to his proclamation of love, and it appeared to irritate
him. I was somewhat taken aback. After all, weren't they my feelings; didn’t they belonged to me? We sat across from each other in that booth,
him looking at me intently with a small crooked smile playing on his lips. The bar was bustling around us with its
normal hum, but I felt like time was standing still. He told me I wasn't saying it back, as if I
didn't know. I said I wasn't there yet
and that I moved a little slower than he did.
Seth got quiet for a while then returned to his normal happy self, which
came as a relief to me
Normally intimate
questions come once the relationship has progresses from initial attraction to
an intimate, comfortable state. So when
Seth began to blurt out questions like, “do you masturbate?” before we were at
what I felt was that intimate, comfortable state, I was taken aback. It's
typically a slow disclosure, not a race to the finish line. He had no issues in sharing highly personal
information. Seth delighted in telling
me that he always masturbated before a date and if it ended in sex, he could
hold back. I couldn’t un-hear that.
I often sat
squirming in my seat in discomfort feeling as though it was an interrogation
not a date. As if sensing my
apprehension, the smile would return and he would put me at ease again. I had told him about a one night stand I had
at one time. Of course this is when I
was single and not seeing Seth. I felt it
would carry no weight or have no impact on him.
We were sharing everything, right?
We were a
couple! I still hadn’t told Seth I loved
him and he never brought it up again. We were going places and doing
things. If we happened to go to the bar
where we had initially met, Seth would let them know it was some type of
anniversary whether it was three weeks, one month or two. We would celebrate by having the same drinks
we had the night we first met. He had
swept me off my feet. The pace was quick
and I was hardly catching my breath before being whisked off on the next
adventure. We went wine tasting and
dancing. There were dinners out and
dinners in. We went out and listened to live
music and attended outdoor concerts. I
had invited his family over for lasagna and it went well. We had intimate
encounters and they were a blast! I had
met my match.
If my phone rang or
I received a text, Seth would sometimes look to see who it was. My one night stand still occasionally sent me
messages, and although I didn’t respond to them, it bothered Seth. At times it
would be hurled in my face, catching me off guard. He told me he wasn’t like
Sean, who I had never seen again. He
insisted that he wasn’t using me like “he” had.
Those words hurt and I told Seth exactly that. It had obviously never occurred to Seth that
maybe it was me who had used the flat bellied and good looking man before
him. It wasn't a need to know, and I
didn’t want to argue so I let it drop and so did Seth, for a while.
Seth started making comments about the phone
numbers in my contact list. He made
derogatory remarks, which made me feel guilty for having them there. I assumed he was feeling insecure and when he
insisted I delete them, I did. Gone were
the men I had met on a dating site, without any hesitation on my part. It wasn’t a big deal to me, after all I was
caught up in Seth. If he happened to
scroll through the list again and see a man’s name he would ask who it was; it
didn’t take long for most of the male numbers to get scrubbed.
We had gone out for
the evening and come home to a romp in the hay.
I had started my period without realizing it and Seth upon seeing signs
of blood, jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I laughed as I watched
him frantically pour alcohol and peroxide on the areas where it had gotten on
his skin. I made sure he used condoms,
but he was acting neurotic. I remember
thinking, “If this were only on video.”
I was giggling with the thought.
Seth would later laugh with me after explaining that it was incredibly
difficult for a man to get AIDS and much easier for a woman. I thought he might be misinformed but I
didn’t interrupt his AIDS lecture. The accidental blood splatter happened more than once. He had used all the peroxide and alcohol and on one occasion resorted to mouthwash which had me rolling on the floor with laughter.
We would lay in bed
and talk for hours. We never lacked for
words and seemed to have open lines of communication, which was nice. One night as we were stretched out in bed, he
started talking about an ex. Seth was
lightly rubbing my leg, relaxing me even more. He said she liked being choked
during sex and although I had heard of erotic asphyxiation, I'd never had the
desire to experience it firsthand. I
felt myself becoming uncomfortable with the topic. He soon changed the subject. I closed my eyes and imagined his hands
wrapped around another woman’s neck in a moment of passion. It did nothing but create fear in me. I didn’t care for the visual. I continued to speculate as to what he had
done in a previous life…
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Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Exposing Myself
I finally did it. Exposed myself that is...
I talked to a man and sent him a link to my blog. It took much persuasion on his part. First he had to establish a limited amount of trust and convince me that he is a decent human being, before I could pass off the key to my most inner thoughts and humiliations. He is all that. I believe he is a good man.
Interestingly enough, he called within five minutes and said, "He didn't love you".
"That's not love".
I knew what he was saying, and I agreed that love is not abuse or control of another person.
I was so excited when I became a featured blog on Dr. Phil's site that I told another man about the feature. Of course he immediately went to Dr. Phil's web page and looked me up. Sometimes my impulsive behavior gets in my own way. We'll see how that pans out. I'll find out if he withdraws due to what he believes is a weakness or a failure on my part. I am incredibly human, with all the flaws that come with it.
While I'm not responsible for how someone else chose or chooses to treat me, I occasionally feel somewhat judged for it. Maybe it can't be helped.
Through my eyes I see a person's pain and mistakes as human. I also don't view their revelations of those vulnerabilities or errors in judgment, as a weakness. I see them as a great strength and as lessons in pain and healing that they are sharing for themselves and others.
Most can't help but ask me "why" I stayed. Somewhere among over 52,000 words is that explanation. It's like I told my ex:
"Start treating her right away like you did after the brainwashing you gave me, and she will run."
"You will never get a second date."
I laughed, but in horror not in humor, and he looked at me with that satanic eyed, knowing, crooked, smile of his. He knows what he does.
Hey guess what folks, I am me and my experiences through life are mine. I may not be proud of what has taken place, but I am owning my part in it. I won't take responsibility for his actions, but I am taking responsibility for letting him stay and believing in him as a person, although, now don't see him as anything resembling human.
Events in my life have made me who I am today. I'm attempting to take a negative life experience and turn it into a positive! If at all possible I want to help others who find themselves in a situation like I was. It was an error in judgment on my part and it was a long one.
I will continue to talk with anyone in an abusive situation who needs an ear and assurance. Many have my phone number and can reach out whenever the need arises. This isn't temporary either. Even though my pain has come to an end, for many it continues and begins. I will be here for them just as Alina and others have been there for me.
I'm not a saint and there have been times I wanted to reach out and shake the sense into someone. I can see their writing on the wall, even when they can't. I also understand the faith they bestow on their undeserving abuser. I was there with that same faith and the belief that he didn't know or understand that he was hurting me with his words and actions.
Writing about my experience wasn't an easy decision by any stretch of the imagination. It's a huge undertaking emotionally, as well as being time consuming. It has helped me work through much of my confusion and for that I am thankful. I know there are some in my life that would rather I just, "let it go". I'm sorry, this wasn't a small life event that I can simply sweep under the rug. Neither can I pretend it never took place. It TOOK place and is now a part of who I am.
Another part of who I am is that I take life experiences and put them to paper. Not only is this a therapy, it's also a method of sharing. Ask me to tell you a story and you will have a rather large question mark above your head. Ask me to write you one and maybe you will find yourself smiling or learning something from me.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Cycles of Four
When he was angry he would
hover over me or in front of me, the spittle sometimes speckling his
chin. He was capable of great fury as I would soon find out. I would also find out that I was capable of
defending myself, although, I had no idea what I was up against.
Seth could back you into a defensive corner with his torment and button pushing
when he was in his mode. His sarcasm and fault finding would drive me to the
edge. He would deliberately harass me to anger then laugh at my reaction.
He would tell me, “I like to see your passion!” I would soon find
out what it was like to fight back.
This wasn't about protecting myself, but rather fighting for my
emotional survival and due to my true nature, I did come out of my corner
fighting!
Seth ran in cycles of four. The first cycle was obviously the honeymoon, and this was the mode each time we had gotten back together. He was attentive and well, almost a loving and regular guy. Then as the months progressed (rarely more than two) he went into his second mode. He became distant uncaring, inconsiderate and full of complaints. I always knew what was coming in the month or weeks ahead.
Seth ran in cycles of four. The first cycle was obviously the honeymoon, and this was the mode each time we had gotten back together. He was attentive and well, almost a loving and regular guy. Then as the months progressed (rarely more than two) he went into his second mode. He became distant uncaring, inconsiderate and full of complaints. I always knew what was coming in the month or weeks ahead.
The
next was the one of worst but not quite. This would start the yelling
phase, the belittling that he didn't cover in the second phase.
The put downs, demeaning behaviors the inconsideration and it’s also when he
would start complaining about me to other women (so I've been
told). He was grooming his women at this time also, hence the
complaining. At this stretch Seth, was full of self-pity and would seek
sympathy where ever he could find it. He never looked to me at this
time. This was often the time he would curl up in the fetal position on
the couch, and not do much of anything. His computer and phone were always
at the ready position.
I had
been calling him one evening and was concerned when he didn't answer the phone.
I drove to his house and found him in this position on the couch.
He wouldn't talk to me or do much of anything. I remember thinking
that I wished he could share his pain. I meant talk about it.
Sometimes this would go on for days and then as if a switch were flipped
he would once again become another person. This isn't something I
understand, and his idea of sharing pain was dishing it out, not discussing or
working through it.
Making us smaller makes he or she feel much bigger and gives them their ego boost. The put downs and attacks on our self-esteem are a cover. These type of people thrive on control. I can’t tell you what makes them this way only that it obviously happens. If they can keep us down, they believe they can keep us. In a healthy and loving relationship we would be given the emotional support that is needed in order for that relationship to thrive. In an abusive one we flounder. Occasionally they let us come up for air, and that’s what keeps us on the line. The good will and kindness they pretend to be capable of is an act of deception.
Making us smaller makes he or she feel much bigger and gives them their ego boost. The put downs and attacks on our self-esteem are a cover. These type of people thrive on control. I can’t tell you what makes them this way only that it obviously happens. If they can keep us down, they believe they can keep us. In a healthy and loving relationship we would be given the emotional support that is needed in order for that relationship to thrive. In an abusive one we flounder. Occasionally they let us come up for air, and that’s what keeps us on the line. The good will and kindness they pretend to be capable of is an act of deception.
The next phase was horrible and incorporated all the behaviors listed in the other phases with the exception of the first. This was the name calling, belligerent, cheating, lying, looking for another woman, and extreme abuse phase. This one was the part of his cycle that was the most unpredictable. He could flare up at any given moment without cause. This was also the time that I had to be most careful. He could run over or in to me as if I weren't there, bump me with items and be careless and deliberately awful. If this took place he would laugh. If something happened to me he would have the ugly smile plastered on his face. He was never one to say, I’m sorry.
While watching him vacuum with fury one afternoon, I noticed he had the setting on attachment instead of the vacuum setting. I felt the rise of a belly laugh for some odd reason as Seth’s rage mounted, and his vacuuming speed increased. I knew I should tell him, but I also knew he was going to be angrier when I did. I weighed it out and did eventually let him know. He was furious as anticipated. It was somehow my fault that he had wasted five minutes of his time. He looked foolish as he vented his frustration on a vacuum and shot daggers at me. I told him he needed to check it before he started to use it and walked away chuckling to myself. Sometimes it's the little things in life that give rise to laughter. I never knew how to deal with this type of scene and realize that’s something most people don’t have a need to dwell on. I had to hide my humor from him and as petty as it appears, that was a vision that still gets a little giggle out of me.
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