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To: Josie - trish
Dear Josie, I go with feelings, and I have wanted to
share with you since yesterday. I don't know if it is
that big, warm, loving, marshmallow, mommy heart of yours
or what. But here goes.
I was in an abusive 2nd marriage for 6 years. I went
into it out of pride. I also went into it with a vow to
God till death do us part to make up for my first
marriage. I had been divorced for 7 years and had
everything going in my favor towards my goals.
Anyway, he was mean, abusive, spiteful, just all of
it. I endured it all through prayer, classes, books,
work, everything to keep my mind occupied (was an
insomniac during this marriage). When I said I prayed, I
prayed for God to fill his heart, for his salvation to
put love and peace in him to make this marriage work. I
had had to turn him in to be sure he didn't physically
abuse me anymore (I had some sense), so of course he had
to over compensate with the mental abuse. The end of the
marriage was given to me by the Grace of God (a long
story and not why I'm here talking to you right now).
I wanted to clarify something I had posted, about a
week ago, in case you caught it. I moved out of state to
my current locale a little over 8 years ago. After 1 year
I bought a house and went into a relationship out of
loneliness. Guess it had to be just under 2 years since
my divorce. The relationship for the first year, was just
a once a week thing, and that was enough for me. The
start of the second year, he started coming over and just
made himself at home and would stay a few days at a time.
I was not comfortable with this, and when I would try to
gently express that, something in my house got broke. We
wouldn't see each other, and you know all the I'm sorry,
I was drunk, bla,bla. Well, to make it short, this went
on for a few months, not quite a year, and one day (I had
made it a rule he was to be sober when he was in my
house, so he wasn't in my house much) he came over and I
was baking. Well he had gone in the basement and got
smashed. (I had been trying to end this thing for weeks).
He came into my house and started smashing things, pushed
me, I got cut somehow, blood all over, I went to the
neighbors and had them dial 911, they arrested him for
assault on a female (I wasn't even asked to press
charges, they, the state did) and he was arrested. Judge
issued a 5 year restraining order against him.
I think the mommy in you, brought out the little girl
in me to say, hey I did learn, and yea, I let that
garbage in for just a little bit, but through God again,
got it out, and it has stayed out. I Thank God for
mommies like you and all the mommies like you.
From: Josie
Dearest Trish, Your posting made me so happy this
evening!! I too, go with feelings and sharing with you
feels wonderful. I really feel for you and the terrible
way that you were treated by these men.
I have never had to endure violence towards me from a
man and for that I feel really lucky but I have known,
sadly, too many women who have: my sister, several dear,
dear friends of mine and through my work as a midwife
women who have been abused either in pregnancy or whilst
at home with a small baby.
One of the cases that hurt me the most was when I went
into hospital for my night shift a couple of years ago,
and one of the 'women' that was allocated to my care was
in for 'fetal monitoring'. When I went in to see this
'woman' and introduce myself, I found this little girl of
16 (and looking more like 13) staring at me pathetically
from her bed. Fetal monitor strap around her little
swollen belly.
The room was filled with the familiar beating of a
tiny human life and the young girl's face purple from all
down one side with such a badly cut eye that you could
not actually see her eyelids. During the next few nights
we became good friends and although I tried to be strong
for her, at the end of my shift when I went home I could
not eat, sleep properly and I would cry for her. (All
terribly unprofessional, I know)
I could not get her out of my mind. She had been
beaten up by her alcoholic 25 year old boyfriend. (not
for the first time, I might add). This time he had been
angry because she had been feeling nauseated and had not
had his food ready on the table when he had returned from
the gym and then had a 'few' drinks. Through out her
conversations she would try to tell me that he did love
her very much and that this time he was going to
change...
Her parents were wonderful people and desperately
worried about her. I talked to her at length, about the
fact that what she perceived as love wasn't really so,
about the importance of having to protect her new life
within and how she owed it to herself and her baby to get
out of that relationship. Although in the beginning she
didn't say much, towards the end, she started to trust
and talk to me. She said she was going to seriously think
about what I said. I don't know what happened in the end,
but I know that she did, agree to move back into her
parents home.
Going home the last night I saw her, at the end of my
shift, I felt quite depressed and frustrated about this
young girl, when I suddenly saw her parents coming
towards me. I felt a bit worried in case they told me not
to stick my nose into their business but instead they
gave me the biggest warm hug. That helped me a lot. The
next day when I went in to work she had been 'discharged'
from hospital. I remember wanting to take her pain
away...I thought of my daughters, if they got in the same
situation...Any way, I am sorry Trish I am just going on
and on but I feel really comfortable talking to you.
It makes me feel that I, can be the little girl for
once, talking to you... I am so glad for you that you had
the strength to 'get out'. Yes, through having done that,
you have learned so much and you can now help other
people immensely because of your life experiences. You
deserve the best. Take care of yourself, my friend. Thank
you for listening to me and for your letter.
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