A memory from my life with my abuser just surfaced a few
days ago.
He was the type of abuser that would never lay his hands on
me… and that made him feel proud of himself. That he would never physically
hurt a woman.
He was brought up being told that you don’t hit a woman
along with the belief that the most powerful way to win an argument was to
fight it out, the winner of the fight was the winner of the argument.
As one side of that upbringing is true, the other one is
completely insane and I think most people as they grow up would realize that
this isn't the way to go. For him, the only thing holding him back from winning
arguments by winning fist fights was the few lessons learned of getting
arrested in his youth and early twenties. How that would interrupt his image
now. He didn't want to go through that again. However many of his friends had
already been conditioned by him. They knew that letting him win arguments,
agreeing with him to his face, and always be on his good side was better for
all. So they did, shaking their heads as they drove home and lived their happy
lives forgetting about him and the conversations all together until the next
time they would bump into each other.
What about me?
Can you imagine what a conflict it must have been for him:
Don’t hit women but you must beat someone down to win an argument”. It didn't
turn out so good for me. I wasn't able to let him win all the time. I wasn't
able to agree with him all the time. I wasn't able to be on his good side all
the time. And I certainly wasn't able to jump into my car and drive away to my
happy place. I was stuck.
I can just see the steam pumping out of his ears as he is
trying to figure out how to win an argument without beating me to pieces… I
don't think this actually happened on a conscious level but somewhere it
happened. He constantly stated how good of a man he was because he never hit a
woman, me included. Like it was the only requirement… L
It wasn't long until he had figured out other ways to beat
me into pieces without even touching me.
Mentally, sexually, financially… as much of it hurt my
spirit I was also physically hurting.
Physically hurting from the worries, anxiety, and heart
ache. Emotional suffering manifest itself as physical symptoms and that is why; Abuse is always physical…
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