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7 Reasons Women Stay in Abusive Relationships (LONG)

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Written by: John Shore

Posted at JohnShore.com

Reason #1: The Challenge of Having to Create a New Self Image

Many women think they’re going to have to assume a whole new identity if they force a break-up with their man. In their heart of hearts, they believe that initiating and securing a permanent separation from their former Mr. Right means irrevocably transmogrifying from the Selfless Conciliator they’ve always been, to a Selfish Terminator they’ve never imagined themselves being.

Whether via nurture or nature, a lot of women identify themselves as Uplifting, Self-Sacrificing Healer. Their understanding of who they are is deeply vested in their fulfillment of the role of dutiful daughter, supportive mate, loving mother. They’re the ones to whom others turn for comfort and counsel. They heal. They support. They sustain. They forgive. They sacrifice. They reconcile. They … well, take to the role of Emotional Martyr like Flipper takes to water. Which in a great many ways is a beautiful thing, of course. Where would any of us be if none of us knew how to put others first?

But you take a woman whose identity is inextricably bound up with her self-image as a Sacrificing Giver, put her in the position of really having to choose between her own personal well-being and the man to whom she once pledged her love, and what very often happens is that her internal life splits. She’ll have no idea what to do. She’ll have no internal emotional paradigm for assuming the role of Xena, Relationship Terminator.

Selfless, she knows.

But selfish? Not so much.

If you sense that you may be staying in a bad relationship because you’re resistant to changing your self-image from Healing Nurturer to Selfless Terminator, then it is absolutely vital for you to understand that the least healing and nurturing thing you can do for yourself and the people you love is to remain in a bad relationship. There’s virtually nothing you can do that’s more healing to yourself and those around you than to once and for all kick a bad man out of your life. Here are some reasons that’s true:

1. It’s extremely encouraging to others. The people who care about you want both you and themselves to be okay. You having the inner strength and wisdom to rid yourself of a bad man not only shows the people around you that you’re okay, it also models for them how they can be okay, too. Seeing others take definitive steps toward healing themselves greatly encourages others to do the same thing in their own lives. Healing begets healing.

2. It refutes the Women as Victims model. Children grow up to build relationships just like the ones their parents had. Mothers who remains in bad relationships teach their children, every single day, that the natural role of women is to be hurt and demeaned by men, and that the natural role of men is to treat women like garbage. That’s a terrible thing to believe is true about life.

3. Enabling a person to act poorly only hurts them. You do a man no favors by allowing him to continue to treat you shabbily. You don’t train a dog to stop biting by letting it chew on your leg. Enabling dysfunctional behavior can’t help but make it worse.

4. No one changes anyone. You can think, imagine, and dream that somehow, some day, you will change your abusive man. But he will only change when, how, where, and if he wants to. Period, end of story, close that lame, ancient fairy tale.

5. You are in a life and death situation. Just because it’s happening slowly, bit by bit every day, doesn’t mean that remaining with a bad man isn’t destroying your life. Drowning an inch at a time is still drowning. You don’t get another life. This is your life. Get desperate about improving it.

6. You are alone. You have exactly two choices: Take the steps necessary to save yourself, or wait until you die waiting for someone else to save you. No one is going to come riding in on a white horse and make your life all better for you. You do it yourself, or it doesn’t get done. (Even if, as many who are profoundly suffering do, you turn to a Higher Power for peace and understanding, that’s something you have to do. God — however you perceive of that phenomenon — doesn’t make a habit of entering rooms into which he/she/it hasn’t first been invited.)

Reason #2: Fear of the Unknown

There are few things in life as paralyzing as fear of the unknown. “Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t” goes the old saying—and that’s a song to which many dance in place their whole lives long.

But fear is real; and a woman in a bad relationship can have a lot of fears that are as legitimate as wanting to know where her and/or her kids’ next meal is coming from.

Let’s now take a look at four of the different forms or aspects of the one Big Fear that tends to freeze women in relationships from which they know they should break out.

1. Things could always get worse. A lot of women in bad and especially abusive relationships know this all too well; very often their lives haven’t exactly been leaping up from one fantastic plateau to the next. There is comfort in the devil you know: the fangs of the next one might be longer, the nails sharper.

2. “I’ve never been alone.” This one’s massive. A lot of women have never been on their own: they went from their father’s home to their husband’s. You take a woman who’s never from the ground up had to build an Actual Life for herself, and you’ve got someone who (besides oftentimes lacking practical knowledge of things like doing taxes, or fixing fuse boxes or water heaters, or whatever) likely lacks a paradigm of herself in the kind of leadership role she needs to assume if she’s going to become captain of her own ship. She simply can’t imagine herself being the final authority in her own life. She tries to imagine that—and gets a blank. And a blank is unknown. And the unknown is frightening.

3. “Will I ever find another man?” This is a huge swath of the Big Unknown. Few women want to be perennially single—and yet most cringe at imagining themselves hittin’ the ol’ dating scene. There’s so much competition out there. All the decent guys are already married or in committed relationships. I’d embarrass myself on a dance floor. What if I never find anyone? What if I die single? These and a thousand similar thoughts ricochet through the minds of a lot of women when they think of themselves newly alone. And it tends to make them a lot more interested in sticking with whatever they’ve got.

4. Money, Honey. Lots of women who’ve spent too much of their lives dominated by men lack marketable job skills. Being financially dependent upon their husbands is of course the reason so many women stay right where they are, no matter how bad that place may be. Better to eat in prison than starve while free. That’s a terrible formula; but, alas, it’s one that defines the core dynamics of many women’s lives.

Women in Bad Relationships Need Not Fear Fear

Having identified four fears that often keep women in bad relationships—“Things could always get worse,” “I’ve never been alone,” “Will I ever find another man?,” and, “I’ll have no money,” let’s now take those one by one, and see if we can’t strip them of their power.

“Things could always get worse for me if I leave this bad relationship I’m in.” No, they really couldn’t. Being in a bad relationship is the worse. Being every single day in a million little ways discouraged, dismissed, belittled, ignored, angered, disappointed, condescended to and/or emotionally or physically abused is as bad as it gets. If that describes your life, then congratulations! You’ve bottomed out! From where you’re at, you can only go up. Allowing yourself to be consistently maligned by someone who is supposed to love and support you is hell, pure and simple. There is no place worse than hell. Get out.

“I’ve never been alone.” But that’s a bad thing. You will love living alone. There are deep, true, ever-resonating rewards to living alone that simply cannot be had any other way. Your car. Your house. Your fridge, filled with your food, prepared the way you like it. Your bed, your furniture, your TV shows, your pet, your plants, your chair where you sit every morning and enjoy your cup of coffee. Your life. It’s absolutely glorious. You’ll love it.

“Will I ever find another man?” Right now, do you really care? Is that really your #1 concern these days? Don’t let it be. For now, just get out of the bad relationship you’re in, make a new life for yourself, and let “finding” a man take care of itself. You’ll meet someone; there’s a world of good men out there also looking for mates. You can relax about that. Besides, the best way to “find” a man is to quit looking for one.

“But I’ll have no money.” The first thing about this fear is to make sure you’re being realistic about it. It’s too easy to see money as an emotional issue instead of what it is, which is something in the world that’s real, tangible, and of absolute, objective value. So get real about it. Will you actually starve out there? If you divorce your husband, won’t that leave you with enough money to at least get started? Will you really be out of money—or will you just have less of it than you’re used to? If it’s the former, then that’s a real thing that needs to be addressed. If it’s the latter, then realize that you’re putting money, of all things, ahead of your own spirit, heart, and self.

Also, ask yourself where you’ll be in ten years. If you stay in the bad relationship you’re in, how will your life be better ten years from now? Because if you leave—even if you leave with just the clothes on your back—in ten years your life will be quantum leaps better. In ten years you’ll have a whole new life. You can always get money. But you can’t get back one day of your life. If you’re worried about the effect money will have on you leaving, think instead of what it’s costing you to stay.

Also, plan. If you know you’re going to leave your man, and you know doing so is going to take money you don’t have, then get money. Tell your husband you want to work part or full-time—and then squirrel away as much of your paycheck as you can. Yes, it’s deceitful. But nothing less than your life is at stake. If the cost of saving your own life is lying to a man who’s been treating you poorly every day and has proved himself someone you have to lie to in order to secure your own well-being, then lie to him till your smile muscles ache. But get money, and take as much time as you need (or can) to get as much as you can. (And to that end, do well at that job you get. Get raises. Get promotions. Create as full a world as you can for yourself to step into, come the time.) Talk about your plans with your trusted family member; see if they can help. Confide in your true friends; they may have good advice and/or Actual Resources for you. Avail yourself of the fact that people love to help people who are trying to improve their lives—and especially people they care about. Generally, go animal. This is about survival. So look into every area of your life that might prove a resource to you, make it a resource, and start collecting, on the side, what you need in order to make it on your own in the world.

Finally, if you’re in a situation where your husband won’t let you work, then you’re in a special and dire category of concern. You need to call the domestic violence shelter in your area, and get them involved. They know exactly what to do in cases like yours; please trust that you’ll be absolutely amazed at the sheer experience they have helping people just like you safely extricate themselves from situations just like yours. Once you call a domestic violence agency—or any “We Help People” non-profit type of agency in your area—you’ll immediately be plugged into the whole network of organizations in your area that are functionally connected with whatever agency you contacted. It’s awesome, because then you’ll be into state money and resources. Those people will have you in a nice place safely hidden from your husband as soon as you can pack your bags and catch the cab they’ll send out to get you. And they want to help you—to rescue you, to give you a place to live, to teach you whatever life skills you want or need to learn—because that’s how they get paid. Their funding depends upon helping individuals like you. So never worry that you can in any way be an inconvenience to an organization like that. Just the opposite is true. They need you to call them. You’re part of their purpose.

One of the main ways bad men keep their women where and how they want them to remain is by isolating them from the rest of the world. If you’re a woman whose husband/man has done that to you, understand that the idea you may have in your head that you are alone in the world is pure, 100% illusion. No one is alone in this world. There are a ton of good people out here eager for the chance to help you. Pick up the phone; get a job; make your plans; collect your finances—do whatever you have to do. But please: Join us. You make all of us stronger when you decide to be.

One last thing: It’s okay to be afraid. Don’t think that being afraid means you’re weak, or stupid, or anything like that. It just means you’re human. Everyone is afraid of all kinds of things in life; a lot of things in life are scary. So forgive yourself for being afraid, if you are. It’s normal. Don’t let your fears paralyze you; don’t let them define you. But give them their place. Acknowledge them—and then, one by one, start dismantling them.

Reason #3: Fear of Embarrassment

Eve’s Curse Isn’t Yours

Before getting into Reason #3, I want to address something that’s come up via some letters I’ve lately received from women in bad relationships.

Many of these letters communicated this: “I know I should get out of the bad relationship I’m in—but right now I’m just not strong enough to make the break. For reasons I’m helpless to understand, I’m still too emotionally tied to this man that I know is no good for me.”

So I want to say this: Bad men thrive on exactly that kind of muddled need. They willfully, purposefully, and methodically create it in their women. They do it by just often enough making sure to be just sweet enough—just thoughtful enough, just kind enough, just boyishly winning enough—to keep their women believing in the possibility that they’ll change.

When in the Bible God banishes Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden, he curses Eve by saying to her: “Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.” The Bible translation, The Message, makes the meaning of this quote even clearer: “You’ll want to please your husband, but he’ll lord it over you.”

Whether you believe in the Bible or not, that line perfectly describes the curse under which so many women spend such wretched lives: for reasons they cannot comprehend or control, they continue, against all reason, trying to please their man.

And if such a woman’s man is bad, he will use this weakness against her, the way a farmer uses a dangling carrot on a stick to entice his beast of burden to service his will.

If you’re a woman “stuck” in a bad relationship, remember: that may have been Eve’s curse, but it doesn’t need to be yours. Think about your man. He knows what he’s doing. He likes making you wriggle on the hook of the hope he teases you with. It gives him power. But do you really think your purpose on earth is to be nothing more than the means by which a weak man pumps himself up?

The additional thing I wanted to say about the fact that oftentimes bad men use the love of their women as tools against their women is that the reason bad men do this is because all men, to a degree lots of women have all kinds of good reasons not to fully appreciate, want power. And men don’t want power in the way they want a great pair of shoes, or a boat someday, or that cool car with the spinning hubcaps, or whatever. Men want power with a sustained, instinctive intensity with which they want little if anything else in their lives. A man’s need for power is a low-level but constant hunger that never leaves him alone, that is never too far off his registering radar.

And men crave power so much they’ll take it in virtually any form they can get it. And they won’t give up an iota of their power that they don’t absolutely have to—and whenever they do have to surrender any of their power, they’ll harbor resentment against that offense like Packo the Wonder Elephant will remember the time Snarko the Clown teased him with a peanut he then ate himself. (Um … forgive the totally made-up metaphor. I’m in a bit of a hurry here: the beans I’m using in my soup for tonight are almost ready! And I still have to prepare the vegetables!)

Yes, we macho men crave power.

And here’s the thing about that: all men, in one way or another, feel, deep in their … well, bones … that they’re macho men. Because it’s about the testosterone—not the height, or the shoulder-spread, or … the belt notches, or whatever.

Every man, by virtue of his gonads and hormones and muscles and all that, feels … manly. And pretty much the descriptor of “manly” is Almost Desperately Craves Power.

A healthy man exercises his drive for power to the benefit of The Good.

An unhealthy man couldn’t care less about what’s good. “Good” is something outside of him—something greater than him, something beyond him. So he hates it—because what’s “good” isn’t about him. An unhealthy man seeks to exert his power in a very personal, focused, one-on-one sort of way (that’s usually done in private because he knows it makes him look weak to the rest of the world). An unhealthy man likes to see those with less power than he squirm beneath him. He gets off putting fear into the eyes of others. He likes to belittle people whom he knows will, for whatever reason, take it. He’s addicted to the little thrill he gets degrading those with less power than he; he loves to keep them guessing, keep them dancing, keep them doubting.

And one of the main things about an unhealthy man of this sort is that he can smell a woman who will succumb to him. It’s manna to him. He knows that smell like he knows … well, the smell of his own mother, usually.

If you are a woman who just can’t seem to extricate yourself from a relationship with a man who is emotionally or physically abusive to you, then you’ve got to understand that what you’re doing is allowing a man who is too lazy to accrue unto himself any real power in the world an opportunity to enjoy the most attractive and terrible kind of power there is: The absolute power of one human being over another.

So now back to:

Reason #3: Fear of Embarrassment

The bottom line is that no one likes having their dirty laundry aired in public. But if you’re a woman who is considering breaking up with your husband (or a man with whom you’ve been in a long-term relationship) because he is emotionally or physically abusive to you, then part of what you’re facing is knowing that carrying through with that break-up means that a lot of people who know you are going to know a lot more about you than it’s likely you ever wanted them to.

And none of what they learn will be pretty. They’ll learn that as a way of life you allowed yourself to be abused, maligned, shamed. They may learn that for all the time you told them how happy you are in your relationship, you were lying. If there are children involved, they may learn that, to whatever degree, you morally transgressed against your maternal obligation by not sooner getting those children out of that situation.

And if you’re a church-going Christian woman then you may understand that once you initiate a divorce from your husband, some members of your church are going to condemn you for so failing to embody the love of Jesus that your marriage fell apart.

Fear of this kind of public humiliation may not be the primary factor keeping a woman in an abusive relationships, but it can carry significant weight. We are all social creatures, and want few things less than we do our private shame becoming public.

At a zoo I once saw an ape who had to pee turn his back on those of us at the observation rail so that he could secure for himself at least that much privacy.

If an ape so desires to keep his business private, how much more must we? (Relax, creationists: this isn’t the same as saying we come from apes. Though, in truth, looking at the embarrassed expression on that ape’s face as he looked back over his shoulder at us whilst tending to his biological need made it a little difficult to imagine we’re not in some profoundly organic way connected to that particular order of being. I sure never noticed my dog minding who sees him pee.)

Let me just say to any woman who might be in need of immediate galvanization: [expletive deleted] what other people think. A person not impressed and encouraged by another person radically improving their life is a person wasting away in their own toxicity anyway. Caring what such a person thinks of you is like deciding that dog doo-doo on them enhances the appeal of your new pair of shoes.

While choosing personal pain over public shame is certainly a human enough choice, it’s one no one should continue to make once the cost of that trade becomes too consistently oppressive. Eventually, it’s just not worth it. If the fire in your house is between you and your clothes, sooner or later you must run out of your house naked. Emergencies prioritize needs, every time.

If you’re a woman who’s beginning to question whether the natural and understandable kinds of fears I wrote about in my last post are worth what it’s costing you to remain in a bad/abusive relationship, consider the following two points:

1. No one cares that much. One of the weirdest things about being human is that we all think we’re starring—or at least have serious supporting roles—in the life of everyone around us. But that’s just a crazy delusion God thought it would be funny to hard-wire into us all. The truth is that we’re each starring in our own show—and there’s just not a lot of room on anyone’s stage for anyone else but them. One of the great things about the intensely focused centrality of everyone in what is to them the ongoing, dazzling production that is their life, is that it means that nobody really cares all that much about what’s happening in the relationships of other people. Sure, they might care for a minute or two; everyone’s always down for a little choice gossip. But, unless they drop dead on the spot, what inevitably happens is that while they’re thinking or talking about you, their life continues—and then they’re right back on their stage again, totally engrossed in the sheer drama of their own life. If everyone around you gets suddenly shocked by your revelation that, instead of being happily married, you’re leaving the man whom you say treated you terribly, they’d totally think and talk about you for about fourteen seconds. And then they’d move on. Think about it: That’s what you always do whenever you learn about some drama in someone else’s life, especially if—as is true with marriages and relationships—that drama was a direct result of what amounts to choices made by the parties involved. If you heard about someone else breaking up with their husband or wife, you’d kind of care. But mostly you wouldn’t. The key is to remember that everyone else is just like you.

2. It’s wonderful to know who your friends are. Let’s say there are some people in your life who condemn you for breaking up with your man. Cool! You want a spotlight on those people, so that you can finally see them for the low-life cretins they are. Think of the money you’ll save by not buying Christmas and birthday presents for those losers! As I said in my last piece: a person not impressed and encouraged by another person radically improving their life is a person wasting away in their own toxicity anyway. One of the great benefits of going through the kind of personal cataclysm that can be breaking up with your man is that all around your life it rattles away the wheat from the chaff. And a big part of what that means is that you really and truly find out who your friends are. And that’s always surprising in two ways: By how destructively useless some of your “friends” turn out to be, and by how many people whom you may have never even considered friends step forward to love and support you. And the latter group always outnumbers the former; for every one “friend” that effectively turns against you, three other people in your life will surprise you by the quality of love they will show you in your time of need. So don’t worry about what other people will think of you if you break up with your man. You want to know how they’ll react, so that you can discover who they really are. You can’t flush out a skunk without beating the bushes. And when the skunk finally does come out, all you can do is hope it doesn’t spray too much on you, and then let it scurry away to stink up someone else’s life.

The bottom line is that anyone outside of your marriage who has anything to say about your marriage has no idea what they’re talking about.

They don’t know you. They don’t know your concerns. They don’t know your life.

They don’t know your husband.

Of all the things they don’t know, they sure don’t know your husband.

They don’t know how he sincerely he apologizes to you. They don’t know how loving he can act toward you. They don’t know anything about the private history of your relationship with him.

Nothing. Zilch. When it comes to the reality of your marriage, they’re as dumb as dumb gets.

Moreover, they don’t know anything about you. What do they know about your life? What do they know about how you were raised? What do they know about your father, your mother, the house you grew up in?

People who dare to critically judge others—and especially if they judge suffering people who are trying to improve their lives—are in for one interesting conversation with God come their personal Judgment Day.

Your life is yours. And you’re the only one on this planet who knows jack about it.

Let ‘em talk, if they’re that weak. It’s the babble of a brook that keeps running by.

You’ve got your own (new!) life to lead.

Reason #4: Replaying Your Family’s Old Tapes

The Good Daughter Syndrome

If you’re a woman in an abusive relationship, know this: you’re guilty of nothing more than being loyal to the values taught you by your parents.

All you’re doing is being a good daughter. You’re being exactly the daughter that, one way or another, you were raised to be.

And all it’s costing you is your life.

The great difficulty with psychological healing is that it’s like trying to look at your own eyeballs. You’re too close; you have exactly the wrong perspective for the task. This is the great value of psychological counseling: It involves an objective person listening to you, someone with virtually no vested interest in your story beyond helping you explore and understand it. Perfect! When else in your life do you get to talk to someone who is utterly objective about you—who has no role or history whatsoever in your personal life—and who never, ever turns the conversation into something about them?

Verily, is seeing a psychologist is the greatest thing in the history of totally lopsided conversations. (Not that you can get your insurance to pay for such counseling anymore, since trying means landing before someone who’ll be handing you a prescription for an antidepressant “medication” before you can say, “But I’m trying to actually get better, you shameless hack.” So now, or certainly increasingly, only the rich can afford competent psychological counseling. Which kind of works out, since being rich tends to make people crazy.)

If you’re a woman in an abusive relationship, you’ve got to take seriously the truth that something about the way you were raised has left you trapped in the terrible cycle in which you are now spending out your life. If you don’t face the fact that your past is largely determining your present, you’ll never be able to create for yourself a better future. You’ll be forever stuck reacting to the past, rather than being, as a healthy person is, proactive about the future. You will continue to be a victim of your own life, because you will continue to lack the objective perspective critical for realizing the sort of radical change of which you are now in such tremendous need.

None of which is to say that every woman in an abusive relationships grew up in an abusive household. Human psychology is hardly that cause-and-effecty. Some women in abusive relationships grew up watching their father beat their mother; some didn’t. It’s a complex world; we all have very complex emotions and psychological responses to it.

But you can bet on one thing: If you’re in an abusive relationship, you are living out your loyalty to whatever it was your parents taught you about themselves, reality, and you. Tolstoy was right when he said that every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. But at the bottom of it all, every unhappy person is unhappy for the same reason: They are fervently devoted to their parents. For better or worse, we all love our parents like we don’t (and can’t) love anything else in this world. We love them in ways we can’t even begin to understand.

Well. We can begin to understand that. If we try—if we really put in the effort it takes to understand what about our loyalty to our parents is presently good for us, and what about it is bad—then we can, finally, fully embrace the former, and kiss the latter good-bye. And for the sake of own mental clarity and health, that’s exactly what we must do.

Our present and future is necessarily defined by our past. You can’t be who you want to be without understanding how you got to be the way you are. No one gets around that.

And how did you begin your journey toward the person you are today? As a fully dependent child.

Now, let’s say that as a child you had emotionally dysfunctional parents. (Phffft. Like anyone didn’t. But I digest ….) What do emotionally dysfunctional parents do? They constantly teach their children all kinds of crazy, wrong, and eminently unhelpful things about themselves, others, and the world in general. They can’t help it. They do what they are.

And how do children respond to the Toxic Life Lessons taught them by their emotionally dysfunctional parents? They believe them, that’s what. They absorb them as absolute truths. They accept them before the conscious process of “acceptance” at all. What our parents teach us, especially and particularly about who we are (since that’s the information we’re most voracious about collecting), becomes, right off the bat, so deeply interwoven into our most foundational and bedrock conceptions of ourselves and the world that unless later in our lives we work very, very hard to discern between larger, healthier truths and the little, tweaked “truths” that our parents downloaded directly into our (so to speak) motherboards, then we end up stuck in the little, broken boat our parents fashioned for us, which can never do anything but float around in the same old limited loop their boat is forever stuck in.

Worse than all this: The real message dysfunctional parents send their children is that their children are in danger. That is the primary message received by children in messed-up families: You could die here. Things are crazy here. You are not loved here. Your survival is at risk here.

That’s not an exaggeration: it’s how kids feel if the primary message they’re getting from their parents is, “My craziness is more important to me than properly loving you is.” How else can they respond to that message? They’re totally dependent upon their parents’ well-being and love. And that’s not something they’re unaware of. They’re not. They know it. They know that if their parents are erratic, or hostile, or out of control, or crazy in any real way, they’re in trouble. On the most basic, animal level, they understand that means their safety is endangered.

They’re scared, man.

And here’s what scared kids in crazy families tell themselves about their parents: They really love me. Kids tell themselves what they must in order to secure for themselves the emotional security they need just to survive in their house, which is that underneath it all—underneath their anger, their selfishness, their fear, their passivity, their physical or emotional abuse—their parents really love them.

Sure, Dad hit us. But he loved us. Sure, Mom drank too much. But she loved us. Sure, Dad was never home. But he loved us. Sure, Mom refused to stand up to Dad. But she loved us.

We all do it. We all hold dear to the myth that as children we had to create for ourselves, which is that our parents are deeper, nobler, kinder, more thoughtful—that they’re just better people—than the people whom we in fact know them to be.

And besides that for our survival we must, do you know why else we cling so mightily to the Good Parent myth? Because we love our parents with a furious, instinctive devotion the power of which is unmatched in the human experience.

And there’s the package of our lives: We love our parents, and as children we must believe that underneath it all our parents are wonderful, enlightened people who always have and always will love us.

And then as adults we find ourselves allowing ourselves to be abused. Or we habitually abuse ourselves, with alcohol or drugs. Or we eat too much. Or we don’t allow ourselves to eat enough. Or we’re the ones hurting and abusing the people we’re supposed to love and protect.

And when your personal life has for too long gone too awry, you finally reach the point where you realize that you have to start reassessing knowledge that’s as core to who you are as your skin and your teeth.

That’s when it’s time to start that process by which, ultimately, you decide that it’s more important that you stand up straight and let your parents fall off your back than it is for you to continue your life hunched over from the weight of carrying them.

Back To Your Future

Let’s talk a bit about how you can go about separating yourself from the negative impact of your parents—about how you can unlearn some of the now deep-seated, harmful, self-negating things about yourself that (in one way or another) you learned as a child.

Just to be clear: If you’re a woman living in an abusive relationship, or who has a habit of getting involved with men who are emotionally or physically abusive, what we’re meaning to do here is change your life. To that end, we’re beginning with the premise that you are suffering from a psychological dysfunction. We’re saying that something has gone wrong—or, more accurately, that something is missing—from your whole, proper, and healthy understanding of yourself.

It’s unquestionably possible for you to discover and claim for yourself that missing thing. People discover the missing thing in their own life all the time. You doing that in your life will make you whole. Being whole will make you strong. Being strong will mean you can kick the abusive man who is in your life back out of your life, where his troglodyte [expletive deleted] belongs.

It is extremely important for you to understand—to accept and believe with all your heart—that no one deserves to be physically or emotionally abused. Okay? No one. And that includes you. God didn’t spend his most unfathomable powers, the most miraculous of his processes, and the generational eons of time it took to create you, so that you could spend your precious life being hit, cursed at, belittled, and abused. That is not your purpose. It’s a gross, man-created perversion of your purpose. It’s a mistake.

And it’s a mistake you can undo. And half of what it takes to undo that mistake is you simply wanting it undone, more than you want anything else in the world. The moment you commit to the idea that you no longer want to live as you have been, all kinds of positive forces, at every level of your life and being, begin moving toward helping you achieve that very noble, very exciting goal.

Remember: You, too, deserve to be loved, pampered, cared for, and respected. So let’s begin breaking the destructive cycles of the life you’re leading, and get you into the healthy, clean, love-based life that God, all along, has been yearning to share with you.

No matter how trite or hackneyed it may sound, the truth remains that the first and best thing you can do to begin transitioning from the life you have to the life you want is to get into counseling and/or a support group. The journey to healing is a long one. It makes no more sense to travel on that journey alone than it does to go on a safari alone. You’ll need a guide, help, support, friends, people who have been where you are and where you want to go. Reach out to such persons and groups. They’re near you right now, willing and able to take your hand.)

Also, please consider this:

If you manifest habitual self-destructive behavior (which, to one degree or another, everyone does—so rest assured that you’re hardly alone there), it means that through your behavior you’re trying to resolve something inside of you that, somewhere back in your childhood, went so terribly wrong that as an adult you’ve been compelled to spend a tremendous amount of your energy getting it right.

You’re looping. You’re playing the same internal track over and over again. You’re doing that because there’s something in the particular song you keep playing that you’re trying to clearly and finally hear in the way you need to in order to once and for all get that song out of your head. You’re trying to resolve something inside of you—something critical and fundamental to your understanding of who you are—that your parents, however indirectly, bequeathed to you very much unresolved.

What you’re continuing to do, through the way your self-destructive behavior makes you feel about yourself, is to revisit the scene of one or both of your parents’ crime against you. With everything you have you’re trying, in a primal way that your conscious, everyday mind is in no way prepared to process or handle, to right what they made wrong.

This post is threatening to blossom into 40,000 words. So let me just cut to the core of what I want to say here—and then maybe later I’ll see about more properly and thoroughly exploring it.

When you were a little kid your parents lied to you about who and what you were. You believed their lie, because you were a kid—and, like all kids, you knew nothing, and believed and loved their parents.

Now, as an adult, you are struggling—a struggle that is so core to your being that its primary manifestation is your problematic/dysfunctional behavior patterns—to puzzle out the difference between the real truth, and the false “truth” that you learned from your parents.

The lie your parents told you is that you are bad—wrong, inferior, inadequate, stupid, disappointing, only worthy of their conditional love. Whatever it was that your parents taught you about yourself—and through whatever unique means they instilled that message within you—what you learned about yourself was something very negative.

What makes this negative thing your parents taught you about yourself wrong is that no child, anywhere, ever, is bad or evil or stupid or wrong. They’re all good. They’re all great. They’re all perfect. They all deserve unconditional love.

You’re having trouble rejecting what your parents taught you about yourself because it feels like rejecting your parents’ truth means rejecting them. And that is something so difficult to do that most people never come anywhere near doing it: psychologically, it’s simply too much. Most anybody would rather spend their lives broken and miserable than they would do what feels like betraying their parents.

Unhappy, But Loyal. That’s internal motto of the miserable. (I wrote about this in Unhappy? Reject Your Loser Parents.)

And there’s real nobility in that truth: for such people, love does win. It’s a terrible, feral kind of love—ultimately it is, in fact, a love of what’s wrong over what’s right—but it is love. It’s the ferociously strong love of a child for his parents. It’s one of the purest loves there is. The way people sacrifice their own lives to their parents is as touching and sad a human dynamic as exists.

Now let’s talk about the means by which any person can go back into their past, and rescue the child they once were. Or, more accurately, can be rescued by them.

The Real You to the Rescue!

You were once a little girl. That little girl deeply loved her parents, and believed everything her parents told her, especially about herself. If you are a woman involved in or drawn to abusive relationships, it’s a certainty that when you were a little girl at least some of what either or both of your parents taught you about yourself was just plain ol’ wrong.

What you learned about yourself was that you were bad, or wrong, or in some way defective. And you accepted that belief about yourself—you incorporated that negative information about yourself into your core perception of yourself—because you had to. You had no choice. You had to survive, if nothing else.

For all the reasons that kids love and obey (and fear) their parents, you turned yourself into the person your parents told you you were.

Now, as an adult, you are unhappy more than you should be. The reason you’re unhappy is because all of your life you have been living a lie. You are not bad. You are not stupid. You are not ugly. You are not unworthy of your parents’ love unless you do something to deserve it.

You are not all the things you had to become in order to at the very least get your parents’ attention.

Once upon a time you were an innocent and good little girl, as all little girls are. You were smart. You were curious. You were well-meaning. You were optimistic. You were spectacularly unique; you had gifts and talents and propensities all your own. You radiated wonderful enthusiasm for all kinds of great stuff. You were fun and kind and whole and good.

And do you know what happened, pretty early on in your game? You betrayed the little girl that you were.

You left her behind. You abandoned her. You ditched her in order to become the person you had to become in order to survive in your household.

Who you really were was very different from the person your parents, however subtly, insisted you were. And that gave you a choice—which, because you were so young, wasn’t a true choice for you at all. Instead of the person you actually were, you “chose” to become the version of yourself that your parents directed you to. And doing that meant leaving behind, however consciously and/or purposefully, the good little girl that you were.

In the course of growing up—as part of the cost of growing up—you abandoned the best, truest friend you ever had.

You left the little girl you were behind, and moved on without her.

But guess what? She’s still back there, waiting for you. And she’s not mad at you one single bit. She loves you. She admires you. She understands why you did what you had to do. All along throughout your life she’s been there, watching you, rooting for you.

In truth, you’re her hero. She admires you. She knows that you put yourself out there—that you took the blows, that you survived, that you did what you had to do—so that she could stay safe and protected.

And all she wants—all she’s ever wanted—is for you to come back, and claim her. She just wants you to be with her. To hug her. To talk to her. To listen to her.

To be the parent to her that she’s always wanted, and deserved. To finally put right what your parents put wrong.

So do it! Open the bedroom door in which the little girl you used to be has long been sitting and awaiting your return, and go on in. Sit beside her on your old childhood bed. Take her hand in yours. Tell her how much you love her. Tell her all the things you’ve longed to for all these years. Thank her. Apologize to her for having ignored her so long. Listen to her tell you what it’s been like all these years, quietly watching you live your life, and go through all that you have.

Spend lots and lots of time with the little girl you used to be. Ask her to come out and play all the time. Take her to the movies; buy her some ice cream; let her show you how to have that good ol’ fashion, real fun you used to know and revel in.

By incorporating that young girl back into your life, you’re saving her. And you better believe she’ll save you.

Without her, you were never more than half of yourself anyway.

Reason #5: You Love the Lovable In Him

“So why don’t you just leave him already!?”

If you’re a woman in an abusive relationships, that’s a piece of advice you’ve probably heard before. You’ve probably said it to yourself before. It seems so simple. A guy hits you, or is forever treating you like something vile that got stuck on his shoe—so you should pack your stuff and get the [beeeep] out of Dodge. What could be simpler than that?

Except if love was simple, they wouldn’t keep making different movies and writing different songs about it. If love was simple, by now someone would have figured out how it works, or why—or how to predict it, or how to avoid it, or something about it we can use (and that preferably comes in a spray can).

But that hasn’t happened. And it never will. Because love is … well, insane.

A man beats you, and somehow you still love him. What in the [bleeeeeeeeep] is that about?

Well, for starters, it’s about the fact that everyone—and I mean ev. ree. one.—-has a whole bunch of stuff about them that is, objectively speaking, absolutely lovable.

Your man is cute. He has adorable ways. You see that little boy in him, and you melt.

He needs you. He’s powerful. He’s got that charm thing some guys have.

He’s got that way of talking, of moving, of boldly taking control of stuff—he’s brave like that. He does things in the world. He’s smart.

Underneath it all, he’s a good man. He was raised poorly. His dad never gave him a break. He tries.

He’s got those arms you love.

All of these sorts of qualities that you love in your man really are lovable: there’s no doubt whatsoever about that. If you’re a woman in an abusive relationship, though, here are two things that you must bear in mind about all the sorts of things that make you love your man in spite of the awful way he treats you:

1. Every man has all kinds of qualities that are every bit as attractive and lovable as any characteristic possessed by your man. You just don’t know any other guys like you know your man; you’re just used to your man’s lovable qualities. Your man’s qualities seem really unique because they belong to him. But you could love those same qualities (and a whole bunch of new ones!) in another man—one who doesn’t treat you like garbage.

2. Your man uses his lovable qualities to keep you hooked on him. He does that on purpose. He knows exactly what things about him you love, and he consciously, purposefully, and constantly uses those very qualities as weapons to keep you vulnerable to him. He knows he looks cute in that one shirt; he knows how good you think he looks in his cowboy boots, or whatever. He knows those things. He sees how you react to them, every single time. And he uses that to play you like a fiddle.

Reason #6: How Could He Be So Different From You?

The sixth reason women too often continue in relationship with an abusive man is because they simply cannot believe that their man is as different from they as he apparently is when he’s abusive. A woman in an abusive relationship tends to think— to instinctively believe—that her man’s abusive behavior is, essentially, an act. She thinks it’s not part of who he really is.

She clings very tightly to the conviction that he’s so much better than that.

A woman whose man periodically abuses her looks into her own heart, and sees a loving, caring, gentle person who only wants what’s best for herself and those whom she loves. Then she looks at her man, and can’t help but think that his abusive behavior is some kind of foreign, freak aberration, a terrible, alien force that for some unfathomable reason sometimes comes over him, changes him, works its evil magic, and then disappears again.

“He just can’t be so different than me,” she thinks. “He’s a human, after all. And he loves. He loves his children. He loves me. I know he does. He shows me that, too. It’s just this … evil that comes over him. But that evil is not who he really is. It’s something he becomes. When it happens, it’s almost like he can’t help himself.”

She thinks, “Someday his demons will once and for all flee him. He’ll beat them. We’ll beat them. And then I’ll have the man I’ve always known my man really is.”

If you’re a woman in an abusive relationship who recognizes these thought patterns as your own, think this: Rabid Dog.

A rabid dog can be just as loving, cuddly and respectful as any other dog. But then, suddenly (and literally) he snaps, and goes crazy violent. Then he calms down again, and becomes just as sweet as can be. Until he has another attack.

An abusive man has psychological rabies. He has a disease. It’s a curable one—but it is a disease. And just like a person with rabies can’t get rid of them without going to a doctor and undertaking intense, painful, long-term medical therapy, so an abusive man can’t get rid of what turns him crazy without going to a trained mental health counselor, and undertaking intense, painful, long-term treatment.

An abusive man needs immediate, serious, outside help from someone qualified to give it to him. On his own, he’s no more likely to “recover” from his disease than a mad dog is likely to spontaneously heal. That’s just not going to happen.

You need to get out of that relationship, and he needs to get help. Period. Either that, or you can stay in your abusive relationship, and keep telling yourself that the man who hits you isn’t really a man who hits you.

Reason #7: He Lies

A man who abuses his wife or girlfriend doesn’t have the same kind of relationship with the truth that normal people do. For him, the truth is entirely conditional. This rare quality is what renders the abusive man so confounding, so dangerous. No matter how messed up they seem to be, most people, at some point, come down to a truth that for them is a constant. Something for them, which is organic to them, is always true for them. You never betray your family. You don’t take what isn’t yours. You never hit a woman. Whatever it might be for any given person, for them it’s a constant. It’s a steady, inviolate part of their consciousness and behavior.

An abusive man has no consistent or immutable truth within him, because his entire life is a lie. He is a lie. When he goes out in the world, he does not go out as a man who beats his wife. He goes out as a man who shares the values and morals of all the men out in the world who don’t beat their wives. He is pretending to be someone he isn’t. He is pretending to care about things he doesn’t. He is pretending to believe in things he doesn’t. He is pretending to have nothing in particular to be profoundly ashamed of.

He is a lying. Not a little. Not about a particular aspect of who he is. He is lying, all the time, about the entirely of his life and character. And he needs you to be complicit in that lie. You are the nearby needle he needs to not pop his balloon, the stage manager (and co-star) who makes his play possible. He depends upon your shame at being with the kind of man he is to stop you from publicly acknowledging that you are, in fact, with a man like him.

Saying that a man’s relationship with the truth is grounded in nothing isn’t at all the same thing as saying that man’s feelings, when aroused, are not fully felt and utterly sincere. Part of what keeps a woman in a relationship with an abusive man is how deeply he clearly feels it when he is in the throes of his remorse. He really means he’ll never hit you again. His tears are real. He is profoundly, terribly, painfully sorry for what he has done.

For as long as that mood lasts, that is. Which, if you’re in an abusive relationship, you know is usually distressingly soon after you make it clear to him that you forgive him. That’s usually all an abusive man needs to start seeing green lights again. Your forgiveness is all he needs to know you’ll take more. Then it’s just a matter of time before he gives it to you again.

But yes, when the abusive man feels his regret, he feels it with all the passion and conviction that anyone ever feels such a thing. But he feels it in the only way he can—which, because he is broken, means in such a way that it cannot stick. It doesn’t go that deep; in doesn’t sink that far in. It can’t. That’s what makes the abusive man such a freak.

If you’re in an abusive relationship, what you must never, ever forget about your man is that he lies to you every time he looks at you. His whole life is a lie to you, himself, and everyone else in the world. An abusive man who is being charming or cute or funny or sentimental or sorry is like one of those wax hamburgers that restaurants use to illustrate their menus. They have virtually everything going for them—except that they aren’t hamburgers. They’re pretend hamburgers. They’re pretend delicious. They’re pretend nutritious. They have no more relationship to real food than a mannequin has to real people.

When it comes to your abusive man, ignore what your eyes, ears, mind, and even heart tell you about him. You can believe nothing about him. It’s like a nightmare: the best, surest, and quickest way to make one end is to simply open your eyes.

Two Women Write In

In the course of presenting this series to my readers, women wrote in telling of their experiences with domestic violence. Here are two such letters:

Dear John,

My sister was abused by her husband for years. After she left him the first time, he became a Christian, and looked to fully devote himself to Jesus and his church. My whole family was happy for him; and after about six months, my sister returned to him. Well, he reverted back to his old ways, and finally went to jail for attacking my sister. She left him again; and then returned to him again. This continued to happen. Last year, she asked us for help once again, and once again left him. This time, though, she filed for divorce, and said she was done with him. It has been almost a year since she and her kids left him. But he is once again claiming that Christ has changed him, this time for sure. He has been preaching forgiveness to her, sending her gifts, and slowly manipulating her. My family and I are so scared that she is going to return to him. He has her convinced that God would not want her to be alone and divorced. So as a Christian myself, I am wondering how many times does a person need to find Jesus? He is playing on her Christian values and morals to win her back. What would your advice be for someone in my sister’s situation? Thank you.

My answer to this woman was:

My advice to your sister would be to move as far away from her ex-husband as possible, and to stay away. It’s great that he’s found Christ (again); it’s great that he’s a new man with new ways and an all-new personality. Let him go be a new man with someone else. But what he’s saying to your sister makes it clear he’s no more a new man than changing his socks would make him. If he were the Christian he’s now claiming to be—if God had really opened his heart to the nightmare of what he’s been and done—then he’d be too ashamed, humble, contrite, and respectful of your sister (not to mention her family) to even be thinking about telling her what she now should and shouldn’t do. He should be listening, not telling. And the fact that he’s telling her what God wants her to be and do? That’s not someone who’s found God. That’s someone who’s using God.

My advice to your sister would be to run, run, run—slam her door, bolt it, change her phone number, buy and use how to learn a gun, and get a restraining order against her ex. Do whatever it takes, but keep him out. She needs him back in her life like she needs a brain tumor. Because, again, he hasn‘t changed. Not with the things you’ve told me he’s said to her. He flunks the “But Now I’m a Man of God” test.

And as for the forgiving thing: It’s perfectly all right and even honorable for your sister to forgive her ex. She should. But just because you forgive someone doesn’t mean you have to remain in relationship with them. They’re not the same thing at all. I might forgive a man for knowingly selling me a terrible car he said was great—but that doesn’t mean I have to buy another car from him. Forgiving someone isn’t supposed to make you stupid. Forgive him? Fine and good. Return to him? Fine and good luck.

Another woman wrote this heart-wrenching letter, in hopes that it might help women living in abusive relationships:

Hi, John.

I am still nervous about writing this as I very rarely talk about the time with my husband. However, you seem to have some woman reading your posts who are still in troubled abusive relationships and I would like to help, to tell my story.

I was 19 when I got married. I met him at a seminary where we were both studying. He appeared to be a gentle, kind, god-fearing man. Our dating was very short and we were married in a little under two years of meeting each other. He first hit me on our wedding night. He apologized profusely and cried and made promises about how he would never do it again. I believed him. A few weeks later it came again—more violent, more angry, terrifying. I didn’t leave. I was scared of what others would think, how my family would react, when they were against the marriage in the first place.

In the next two-and-a-half years I was in the hospital twice with violence related injuries; was in the psych wards twice for attempting suicide; miscarried in the middle of a beating; gained 165 pounds through misery eating; and I developed a drinking problem. I was cut off from my family and friends; I wasn’t allowed to leave the house or socialize. At church I was there to make an appearance, and then packed up and taken home as soon as service was finished. My life wasn’t a life. There is much more I could say but it is still too soon, too hard.

There was one person in my life who brought a ray of sunshine. She was a non-Christian friend, someone whom I thought the least likely to help. My husband hated her because she made me think, challenged my beliefs. She would come round every day and sit and talk and smoke and just be there. I thought she never noticed anything, but have found out since that she knew what was happening, but also knew that if she went to the police I would’ve have bailed him out, stopped talking to her, and lost the only person who could help me in the process. It was unbelievably hard for her to watch me suffer, yet she knew that she was helping.

The night before I left him, my husband put a pillow over my face while I was asleep. For the first time I felt the need to fight back, phoey it, I was going to live, I was not going to die like an animal. So I fought him off and I left. And I went to my friend’s house. She took care of me for two weeks while things were arranged back in my home town for my return. She was my angel.

The last two years have been hard but so worth it. I have battled with the idea that God does not condone divorce in physical violence situations. People in the church (and never my non-Christian friends) have told me that I should forgive and forget. I have argued to the point of exhaustion that I am doing the right thing. I have now got a full time job, I have lost 132 pounds, am in AA for my drinking problems, and I am going back to finish my degree in theology. God has been my lifeline, and I now see the hope at the end of it all.

I write this because I want all the women out there who believe that they are in the wrong, or that they can’t leave their abusive relationship, that there is hope, sometimes from the least looked-for sources. For all those who think he will change—that he loves you, and is sorry: He won’t, he doesn’t, and he isn’t. If you are in a relationship for him to change then you are in it for the wrong reasons. If he was sorry, then he wouldn’t do it over and over again, much less with increasing intensity. And anyone who says they love you and hits you DOESN’T love you. When he comes crawling to you with shame saying how sorry he is, think of all those parenting courses on toddlers. If a toddler wants something and throws a tantrum, and you give in because you feel bad, next time they will just throw a longer and harder tantrum, because they know you will cave. Don’t cave. For yourself, your children and all those who love you, please don’t cave. This is not the life God wanted you to have, not the one you deserve. And though you may not feel that at the moment, trust that once you are out of there, life will open up for you.

I lost my child to violence, to its own father. If you have children, leave him for them if you aren’t strong enough to do it for yourself.

Finally, I wrote the following (the original post of which you can find here):

Christian Leaders: For God’s Sake, Stop Empowering Wife Abusers

Pastors, church and ministry leaders: Please stop using the Bible (if you do, or ever have) as a means of keeping women in physically abusive relationships.

If you believe in hell—that working in direct opposition to the will of God means spending eternity roasting alive—then, on behalf of the abused women who’ve written me in response to my recent series on why women stay in abusive relationships, please consider that Jesus—hero of the oppressed, champion of the meek, defender of the weak, Deliverer, Lamb, Advocate, Protector, Chief Shepherd, Prince of Peace, giver of the Great Commandment—reserves a place in the lowest reaches of hell for anyone who uses his good and honorable name as a justification for evil.

A stronger, more powerful person beating a weaker person is the purest definition of the purest evil.

You might, through your arrogant, morally misguided perversion of the Bible, be able to talk someone who is weak and afraid into believing that God ever supports and desires that evil. I wish I could be there when you try to talk God into the same thing.

And … that concludes that.

Good luck. God loves you.

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Most helpful strong stuff I have read in a long time.

Very sobering.

Thank you, Stormy. :wub:

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Thank you SO MUCH for posting this, (((((Stormy!!!))))) I just LOVE this guy... funny stuff, but oh-so true! I've only scanned over the article once, but I can already see there is SO MUCH GOOD STUFF that will help me and I think will also help my kids!

Reason #1... oh yeah, um, that would be me. :blush: He had me hooked right then and there...

Rabid dogs... and wax hamburgers.... LOL!

Magic (going to sleep now with a silly grin on her face)

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Thankyou so much. You deserve an award for posting this info!

Great info indeed.

I love the wax hamburger analogue. :ty:

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This is one of the most powerful bits of writing on abuse I've read.

Admins - I think this should be added to the resources info.

Thanks Stormy. I'm going to check out some more of his stuff.

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I found John a few months back and he is by far my favorite blog to read. But I have avoided reading this particular essay. I guess, despite my fondness for him as a writer, I wasn't ready to read his perspective. I know a bit about his childhod and it wasn't without some severe abuse and abandonment. He seems like a pretty good guy.

Thanks for posting this and now I will suck it up and read the only post from him that I have avoided :)

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Actually, I have been devouring his blog. He has some wonderful writings!

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This is one of the most powerful bits of writing on abuse I've read.

I agree.

Really empowering. Life changing.

Something I'll come back to again and again.

Thank you again, Stormy! :wub:

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What an excellent piece. Thank you for posting. I hope everyone who is still in reads this.

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He just posted on his FB page that some woman read his blog and it gave her the courage to take her 3 kids and leave and apparently she left a copy of this entry for her husband this morning.

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He just posted on his FB page that some woman read his blog and it gave her the courage to take her 3 kids and leave and apparently she left a copy of this entry for her husband this morning.


I'm tempted to send a copy to The Failed Dementor, but that would be breaking no contact ;)

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Wow Stormy. It's taken me two days to read the whole thing (because I kept stopping to think about what he said and let it sink it). This is really, really awesome. How many books have we all read about DV? He sums it up better than many books I paid for. This is truly a keeper. I'm definitely going to read up on him and see what other things he has to say.

Thank you for sharing this.


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WOW! Excellent.

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I'm tempted to send a copy to The Failed Dementor, but that would be breaking no contact ;)

Honestly, when i was still in i sent my abuser so much info on domestic violence, invalidation and emotional abuse but he just turned it all around on me and told me that i'm the one who is abusive.

So, with my experience it's impossible for them to understand or even care about us.

They dont want to learn and grow, they are happy being an abuser.

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miss kat


I sit here with my mouthwide open in amazement at the way John describes to a 'T' the reason why I cannot move "him" out of my life.......

thankyou so very,very much Stormy, I don't really know if I am glad that I have read this or if I am in shock..... I have myself Reason #7 He Lies..... and I believed everything he told me for years.......

until the day I met his 'ex' and found out that 'her' daughter wasn't 'his' as he had told me. I felt like a right idiot and questioned him later. His excuse was pitiful. I then knew something wasn't right and my eyes opened up to so many more lies.

My stupidity has turned to anger and now I am trying to get him to move and he is trying his hardest to 'change' for me. I told him he has to change for himself. It is over and now I see more clearly why I must be strong and keep pushing him to go.

I love my kids so much I owe them so much for putting up with all the things he lied about to them...all the empty promises, he never kept his word with them. They have put up with him abusing me through the night, waking them up with my screams for him to leave me alone.....me & my things getting broken and then my sobs as he tells me "look what you made me do".

So thankyou John and thankyou again Stormy. Our Place has helped me see so much about myself, thanks members.


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I posted the link to this wonderful article on my facebook page and my son (20) sarcastically commented (translated to "English"): Yea I think you shoud listen to that dude, Mom.

I left his father in 2004 and he (son) still hasn't gotten over it. What a shame! He's an adult now and I shouldn't have to hide the fact that I want to openly share resources for abused women.

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Yes Thank you so much Stormy! I haven't read it all the way through yet but it sounds like he pretty much nails it and doens't mince words which is great! I'll direct Lis to this link for sure. Another great resource to help a victim get ready to do something about it all. :)

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Yes Thank you so much Stormy! I haven't read it all the way through yet but it sounds like he pretty much nails it and doens't mince words which is great! I'll direct Lis to this link for sure. Another great resource to help a victim get ready to do something about it all. :)

Linny, when I read his piece I was really struck by "Reason #4 The Good Daughter Syndrome". It made me think of my own life but it also made me think of you and Lis. It really made me think about my own family dynamics growing up and I realized three things:

1) No one ever really took care of me. (Yeah, I can think of a few instances when nice things were said to me or done for me, but on a day to day basis, I was simply not taken care of. Was there food to eat or clean clothes-- that's assuming I actually had clothes -- or did I have school supplies? Chances are the answer was "no".)

2) No one ever taught me to take care of myself.

3) It was my job to take care of everyone else.

I've spent my entire life un-learning and re-learning these lessons. I'm wondering if anyone ever really taught Lis how to "take care of herself" and that it was OK when she did it.

((((Linny and Lis))))


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It's taken me two days to read the whole thing (because I kept stopping to think about what he said and let it sink it).

YES! I bookmarked his website and keep going back to it to read this article over and over. I also printed off his article, "Unhappy? Reject your loser parents" for S20. I'm hoping it gives him encouragement that he did the right thing by breaking ties with X. I also want D22 to read the 7 Reasons because he writes so well about the evil that is inside the abuser. She also has guilt about breaking ties with X, even though she has never been happier... actually she was never "happy" at all when she had to live with him!

John is a real gem! He NAILED it with this article!! Thank you again, Stormy!

Magic (still chuckling about the rabid dog thing!)

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I posted the link to this wonderful article on my facebook page and my son (20) sarcastically commented (translated to "English"): Yea I think you shoud listen to that dude, Mom.

I left his father in 2004 and he (son) still hasn't gotten over it. What a shame! He's an adult now and I shouldn't have to hide the fact that I want to openly share resources for abused women.

No you shouldn't have to hide anything. I think it ok to tell your son to deal with it as it is something you believe in and feel the need to do.

I have been very open with my activities with my sons. They would not get far trying to tell me what I can say or post. Maybe you speaking out is what your son needs to see and hear because he does not like it.

I do think it is important for the women themselves to have an understanding of why it is hard to leave. I also think it important that there be information out there to help other people understand at least to some extent why leaving is not a choice that is easy to make and carry out.

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So, with my experience it's impossible for them to understand or even care about us.

I know this Thorium - it was a joke :)

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Stormy's OP = *A MUST READ!*

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