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Jennifer writes at In Jennifer's Head..

Jennifer

Thank you everyone. I should clarify that the "attack" since coming forward has been emotional. I'm far more formidible than I was. If he had attacked physically, this would be a very different story.

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Sean D Sorrentino

Huh. I wouldn't have guessed. I did notice that you had a lot of depth that most people don't seem to have, but I wouldn't have guessed which particular fire you had to walk through to get it.

theUnpaidBill

I've always thought you were a remarkable person Jennifer, but this raises my (already high) opinion of you. I have more experience with sexual assault survivors than you might know, and it's a road not everyone can walk.

AnonyMouse

It's really amazing how things that seem inconsequential to us at the time can haunt us for years after the fact. You were very brave to admit what had happened to you and deal with it appropriately.

Aerin

Thank you so much for sharing your story. It is so hard to overcome the abuse and those voices in our heads that don't seem to want to go away. You are so strong... and so lucky to have found that wounderful, caring husband you have! I wish you peace and self-love as you continue to heal.

Arby

Jennifer, our sense of self-worth must come from a source other than another person, such as a spouse. This came to mind when I read that when your husband told you that he needed socks “the voice in my head says that I’m not taking good enough care of him and am worthless as a wife.” For abuse victims, finding our value, or sense of self-worth, is a long and difficult process. I would like to share with you a resource that I used in dealing with my past. It is a book called “Truefaced.” You will find much of the story that you shared in the pages of that book. Blessings to you on your recovery. Thank you for sharing your story.

Kate

Thank you for sharing. You're doing all the right things and don't let anyone let you feel differently. You're helping us all with your telling. Thank you.

Jill B

Thank you. You're not alone.

Heather

I can relate to a lot of this and I am sending you great big hugs for being open and telling your story. Thank you. ((((((((Hugs)))))))))

MommKiss

Many people can relate to your story, unfortunately. I'm sorry you had to go through it and wish you continued healing. Sounds like you've got an amazing partner to help you through.

Cyndi

Your story has helped me to wn a piece of my own I am grateful for your courage and wish you continued happiness and success.

Michael, thanks for seeing the beauty Jennifer tried so hard to conceal.

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I love Jennifer. I have loved her since about a week after meeting her. She broke my heart from the get-go because I knew that there would be issues that we would have to comb through. At that point in time, I knew that I could bail if I wanted to, but I decided that she was worth sticking with. Over the years, we have had good times and struggles. I have tried not to be consumed by the anger against the people who took advantage of her. I have been torn apart by the temptation to anger against her for the lies from time to time. But, I saw the truth. When she told me everything, it was such a freeing moment. For both of us. Since then, she's made a lot of recovery. She's been a lot more like the person that I saw through the facade. We have a long road ahead of us, but it's like it's now paved. This, we can handle. After 11.5 years of marriage, we are closer than we've ever been before, and nothing will stop us now. So, we wave good-bye to the rocky road behind us and we press ahead together, no matter what is in the path.

Robin G

Your story is so similar to mine. I have told a few people, but not my parents. There are important reasons that I have not done so. I am jealous that you were able to tell yours.

I love what you wrote at the end. That you have concealed his identity because it's not his story. It's yours. I feel exactly the same way.

I'm sorry you were attacked for talking. You deserve to be praised, listened to, and understood.

Thank you for sharing your story here. May you continue to heal.

Tessa

Wow. This sounds a lot like my story. Thank you. I may yet get up the courage to share one of these days, now that I know there are others with stories like mine.

I'm so glad you finally told your husband the whole story, and your parents, and even your in-laws. Once you don't have to deal with hiding it, I think it gets easier and you are free to heal even more.

Erin

So much of your story sounds like my story. Thank you for sharing it.

nic @mybottlesup

jennifer, thank you for speaking out. i wish you peace in your continued healing and survivorship.

Nicole

Good for you! It sounds like you have a healthy approach and have already lightened your load. Anyone who attacks you for that has issues all their own.

You're fortunate to have loving supporters and to have finally been able to acknowledge the root cause of your troubles. Feels SO good to get rid of that crap, doesn't it?

Kudos to you for being bold enough to share and not only help yourself but to help others, too.

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