Can't break free from my past or my present journ day 1
Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 8:45 pm
OHHH.... where do I even begin? Day one told you to write about what is bothering you, but I don't know if there is enough room to say it all. I guess I will start from the beginning. My "upbringing" if you can call it was less then admirable. My parents never really knew what to do with a little girl and to top it off I was told I was super stubborn and independent. I was molested by my brother starting a very young age. When I finally got old enough to fight back, and stop the molestation, the beating began. I am almost 30, so back in the day, my parents would leave me and my younger brother alone with my older brother to watch us. It would start over something simple, I didn't want to make him lunch or I didn't want him to touch me and it would start. He would threaten the "kill" me, really that just meant beat me to a pulp. I would actually antagonize him a little bit, not in a come kick my butt way, but in a that was the only bit of control I had way. Inevitably he would start to try and beat me up. I would run and lock myself in my father's bathroom, it was the only door in the whole house that the lock still worked. I was faster then him believe it or not and that would be the only way I got in there. To show me he was "tougher" then me he would push my dads large armoire chest of drawers in front of the bathroom door so I couldn't get out. He would let me out shortly before my mom got home and threaten if I ever told he would "kill" me. That type of abusive control went on for most my life. My father was never home, he worked a lot and when he wasn't working he was out cheating on my mom with every woman imaginable. My mom, in her own way of dealing with her life lived in a peaceful state of denial, so much so that if you ask her about events that happened in our lives she will say it never happened. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have gone through that type of abuse and then have someone tell you it didn't happen? Fast forward a couple years and my parents were divorced and we were living with my grandmother. She was an angel. She was very much like the mother I never had. Growing up we never went to church, I barely knew of what heaven was except hearing about it in movies. The only reference to anything faith like was my mom saying that we had enough dead relatives in heaven that she didn't understand why she hadn't won the lottery yet. Middle school was rough. At the end of 7th grade my mom began dating someone I didn't like from the moment I met him. Eventually he had convinced my mom that I was in the way, so she kicked me out. I lived with my dad for a couple days, but I was in the way of his new acquired family, so eventually I ended up living with my teacher, secretly of course or she would have been fired im sure. What type of mother abandons her child? What type of father never has anything to do with his daughter?? I've always felt alone. I never felt like i had a home. Around freshman year in high school I started having sex with a person who then I swore I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I believed in him with open eyes and absolutely no doubt. He cheated on me, and I can still remember what it felt like. Complete betrayal. I then went on to have other boyfriends, all of which cheated on me. Why?? Was it me? It had to be? My junior year I started dating someone who was unlikely for me, but that genuinely took the time to get to know me for a change. Having no faith, little guidance if any, and a constant need for affection and validation, I had a sexual relationship with him that resulted in 2 abortions. Each time I did, a part of me died. I went to college and being away from my family at first was liberating. then you mix alcohol with an emotionally insecure girl and it wasn't pretty. I ended up managing a night club which amazingly enough I stayed out of drugs. One bad decision after another , one more abortion and I ended up pregnant with a man's baby that I couldn't stand. Why 3 was the limit I'll never know, but I decided I had to have this baby. So I did, alone, desperate, worried that I was never going to find a husband, I clung to the first person to show any interest. Although there were several warning signs for me to have seen, I felt I wasn't worth anything more. he also reminded me that I was a single mom with a son from some "random" guy that no one was ever going to want anything to do with me. I still had absolutely no relation with God at this point. I was miserable, but I stayed. We were engaged and in the middle of wedding plans when one day we were talking about wanting to have another baby. Why I did this next move I'll never know, but we said we would try once for another baby and see what happens. Once was all it took and I was pregnant. After being pregnant and having the baby the rose colored glasses were off and for the first time I was feeling an intervention from what I thought was God. But was he real? and if he was why would he love me? No one has loved me my whole life, and I've done so many unspeakable things, why would he try and save me? I started going to church because I knew nothing. I didn't even know the story of Adam and Eve, or who Jesus was. I thought Jesus was God. Might sound ridiculous to you, but that was my reality. I started praying to God in church to help me save myself. I finally one day got the courage to leave. There I was, single mom, 2 children from 2 different fathers....who was ever going to love me? Almost a year later into my life walks Christopher. It was only through him that he taught me what it meant to be saved and God's love and having eternal life. he was the only christian I knew. We started going to church and dating and life was phenomenal. And then... One by one he wanted me to get rid of my friends, and after I opened up to him about my family he never wanted me to speak to the brother that had molested me even though I believed i had forgiven him. he didn't want me to speak to my mom or dad because of the things they did in the past. Wait a second, now that Im a christian and learning about forgiveness you want me to alienate people??? That didn't make sense. he was married once before and told me the story of their divorce. It seemed plausible. then little by little our relationship turned very ugly. he let his parents dictate every move he made which for me was completely foreign because my parents had almost nothing to do with my life, and didn't care to either except for to talk about themselves. I noticed he never read his bible, I never saw him pray but he would say he prayed about something if he was trying to tell me I was wrong. or use the bible versus to put me down. Every single time we got in a fight he would say, "Im the christian, you are the so called christian with abortions and 2 kids from 2 dads"....umm.... if I prayed to Jesus and asked him for forgiveness of my sins, and he has, why are you still stoning me for them? I had finally opened up to someone about my sins and there they were being thrown in my face every chance he had. the relationship got physical, on both ends. We separated for a short while, but right as I let go of him and started to date other people he came roaring back into my life. He never has anything positive to say about my children, they are 2 and 4 and lets just say 2s aren't exactly a walk in the park. Our relationship was full of mistrust, as I would catch him in white lies and he wouldn't trust me because i would lie just to save myself from an argument. I wasn't allowed to talk to my friends or family, or I couldn't talk to my children's fathers to coparent. I had no one but him. the crazy thing is I would pray about it and whenever I would pray about whether God wanted him in my life that's when things would get REALLY bad. It's like he was showing me right then and there, don't do it. I still did though, and begged for it. We got married a little over 6 months ago and from moment one it has been miserable. He is controlling and yet so uninvolved in the marriage. he shows me absolutely no affection anymore. He even got the point where he was calling his coworker every day on his way home to speak to her. Granted, she is 50 years old, but still...why doesn't he want to speak to his wife? he would actually hang up the phone on me to speak to her. By this point, I was no treasure either, constantly looking through his phone, trying to confront his lies. it moved on from that coworker to another. it even got so bad, we were saying grace before dinner and he actually dropped my and my sons hands in the middle of prayer to answer her phone call........WHAT???????? Why? I mean, I'm a new christian and all but here is a man who spouts "spiritual leader" and here he is doing this? Again, anytime I would try and tell him how it made me feel it was, "You are insecure and your past makes you crazy, you are not normal, you are nothing, you've had 3 abortions and have 2 kids with 2 dads that you couldn't make it work with" It even got so bad one evening, I locked myself in the bathroom and he was outside yelling, "just because your brother put his d...in your c...t doesn't mean you have to be insecure and crazy for the rest of your life. You don't know God you never will".............here I am, this is my first "christian relationship" and this is how I am treated. I've been treated better by men who have cheated on me. So here I am, we are separated, I finally got him to move out. Not because I know what I want, but because I need serious time to think. I'm torn, I'm a christian, I believe in God, he has saved me from the mud, and the first thing I'm going to do is get divorced? I'd like to work it out, but I feel like my husband will never work in himself. I've asked continually for him to see a pastor with me and his response is, "you don't want to see a pastor because then when you hear from a pastor that you are crazy you won't recover from that" it's manipulation right in front of me. Another thing is he says all our problems are 100% my fault. No. Yes I've done a ton of things wrong, but so has he. I have never said the hurtful things he has. But he will stand there and tell me that because I didn't tell him I was going to spend $20 for the kids school clothes, that's lying and I'm a liar. What do I do?? I try to pray, and I just feel so hurt and angered and lost and ashamed that I can't even get any words out other then, "God be with me, help me, save me". Also, as we have been going through all these things, they are eerily similar to his description of how his divorce happened, except I am seeing that there was probably a much different side to the story. another thing we fought about is that he never really cared whether he saw his son. He would say he cared, but when his son would be with us, he would have him come to me for everything and he would just sit in his chair and watch tv. He would take him home hours before he was supposed to and that is not ok with me. I love my children to all ends and would soak up every minute. It is so bad that if I go to sit on his lap, and one of the kids come up to sit with us, he'll push them away and say, "it's my time with your mother." then of course I am appalled and will go console the crying child and then he screams at me that I don't put him first and so I can't be a christian.
So here I am....years of abuse and neglect later..... is it me? Am I crazy? Why am I going through this? Is this God's punishment for marrying him when i shouldn't have? Or am i in the wrong?? Am I really at fault?? I go so all over the place.... I don't know what to do.
So here I am....years of abuse and neglect later..... is it me? Am I crazy? Why am I going through this? Is this God's punishment for marrying him when i shouldn't have? Or am i in the wrong?? Am I really at fault?? I go so all over the place.... I don't know what to do.