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A SURVIVOR’S STORY |



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For two and a half years I was abused, physically, mentally, financially and sexually by my husband...the man who promised to love and support me but instead preyed on my weaknesses by isolating me from family and friends and making me believe that family and friends were against me and that no one else would want me. He brainwashed me into believing that I was lucky to have him because someone like me didn’t deserve someone like him. I was a prisoner in my own home - put on "the clock" every time I went somewhere. My time and mileage had to be accounted for by writing down the mileage on my car when I went somewhere then he would follow the same route to make sure the mileage was correct and if it wasn’t correct down to the tenth of a mile I was accused of having affairs, and then beat because I "lied" to him. Walking on eggshells was a term I quickly understood. I knew that I wasn’t being treated right but I naively thought that if I showed him all of my love then he would change and I would prove to everyone that he was a good man. When that didn’t work I then thought it was my fault that I was treated so bad-if only I would have "been home" 5 minutes sooner or said whatever it was that set him off in a "different tone of voice" or just not have "been so stupid" then he wouldn’t "have" to beat and degrade me all the time. I stayed because as he told me a million times, I "deserved it." I also felt that I had no one to turn to because I had alienated everyone and certainly no one would understand why I allowed myself to be treated that way...and most of all, the reason I stayed was because I knew deep down he would kill me if I tried to leave. I had a child to protect who was put into this situation unjustly. It took me 6 or 7 times for good. Each time that I left I learned something new to stay alive. I sent my son to stay with a relative unknown to my husband. I came to the realization that my friends and family still loved me and were there for me and from them my son and the support I found at D/SAOC I became a survivor instead of a victim! - Becky |