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This left me in tears. I know that feeling, when you stare at a man and think "JUST HIT ME ALREADY".
You continue to touch me with every blog post that you publish, and this one, although not technically on your blog, is no exception.
I have been fortunate that I was never punched or left to bleed like you, but I have been threatened and had close calls a few times. In that, I can honestly tell that I feel how scary that was for you.
To me, you're beautiful and courageous.
It's a bond that I wish we didn't share - for your sake. I hope you know this - and being the intelligent woman that you are, you're probably already aware of it - but I'll tell you, just in case:
You deserve a man who loves you deeply, respectfully, kindly.
If a right partner is something you desire, they are out there. Someone who will be strong enough to walk away when upset at you; who will understand your lows and your highs; who sees that a picture is composed by shadows and highlights, just as we are.
I respect you, and your blog has made my life richer.
I know you can do it, girl - whatever it is that your heart desires.
Good for you for walking away from this relationship. Don't ever let it trick you again. You're worth so much more than that.
You know, this is what makes the difference between the mothers who break the cycle and the ones who don't. When I was reading your post I kept seeing my MIL, who was abused as a child and grew up into an abusive, screaming, vicious wife. She also married a man who would never hit her no matter what, although he also never (to my knowledge) verbally abused her either. They are now divorced. To this day she despises him as being weak and unmanly, and he still can't do anything right. Meanwhile she has been through two more boyfriends, one of whom abused her and the other of whom she abused. It's a horrible cycle.
But the difference lies in the end of your story. Because unlike her, you made that decision to put your daughter to bed with a kiss and walk away. She didn't. And her kids carry the scars - physical and emotional.
For all of our supposed enlightenment in the 21st century, what the hell is the matter with humanity that such things come into the mind and are acted out on other human beings. As a collective peoples on this planet, what is the matter with us? Zoey Jane, hang in there girl...don't give up your fight to be free of all these horrible things, for your sake and the sake of your little girl. Eaton.
What a horrible, ugly cycle. Thanks for sharing ZJ, you've shown amazing bravery, strength and resilience. You're a wonderful Mom.
And I'll remember your story every time I put my kids to bed.
i'm so glad you had/have the strength to walk away...
your story is truly chilling and amazing....
that you can rise above, and give your daughter a better life!
I knew some of this. I'd never seen, however, this much of the whole picture at one time. That you have risen above all that has happened to you is amazing. But then, that is a word that keeps coming to mind in relation to you - amazing.
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“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.” -James Baldwin
As always dear friend, I hear your words. Paul tells me that I'm a pro at finding just the right words to hit below the belt. It's too easy for me to push all the buttons to get you to that level, to feel like...just hit me already will you. It's taken a few years and a whole lot of struggle to realize there is a life on the other side of a fist. Find strength in the hand you were dealt, your breaking the cycle. It took a lot of courage to write this. Thanks hon! (Hugs)Indigo
I've heard every one of these words before, you've told me all of these stories, and yet you never cease to make me admire and respect you with every day that passes. I am proud to be your friend.
wanting to hit her back is not what defines you as a parent. not actually doing it is what defines you.
I can definitely relate to you Zoey. I have had the feeling and thoughts that I wanted a man to hit me. Just to be "normal." Life didn't feel right to me for so many years if I wasn't riding that roller coaster. I hated the violence but didn't seem to know how to live without it. I didn't direct any violence toward my children and they never saw me being abused but I know that they sensed it.
I admire your strength and courage!!
As awful and heartbreaking as these words are, they needed to be said.
And you never, ever, for a minute, cease to amaze me. I love you.
Keep kissing your baby and closing the door. Don't ever let her into the awfulness that you are fighting against. Ever.
Any daughter or son who complains about what they did or didn't get from their parents while growing up should read this and perhaps re-evaluate. I know I did. You have shown that it's not what happens to you but what you choose to do with it that truly matters. Thank you for sharing.
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I'm not sure what to say - I don't think I have the words, except to say that the kiss & closing the door is the smartest thing you've done!!!
Thanks for sharing this ZJ. Your strength in being able to break the cycle is amazing. What couarge.
It's an all to familiar story...I wish I were shocked by it. Unfortunately it is one I've heard too many times. I hope you are well and happy and have learned to love the person you are...and don't beat yourself up in the bargain! The key thing is well...
My heart aches for you. What you were forced to endure growing up. The lasting effects it has had on you as an adult. I applaud you for refusing to walk in your father's footsteps. Good for you for breaking this terrible and heartbreaking cycle.
I was just telling someone yesterday that I think the mind has a gating mechanism for horror and that once you pass that threshold you just can't feel any more.
This morning I'm thinking I was wrong. This was dizzying. And I'd thought I was well past the point where dizzying was possible.
But recognizing the cycle for what it is and the doing something about it, for that you can stand tall. And we will stand with you.
Great job recognizing the cycle and breaking it. I know it's a daily struggle...our childhoods have a very similar tone, though in my case it was my mother. My father was long gone.
The realization that things like this really happen is very hard for me to swallow, and leaves me speechless.
Thank you for sharing, and opening my eyes.
I think your father and my stepmother were very much alike. And I'm so sorry for all you've been through, and glad to hear that as a mother you're making a better life for your daughter than you had. It takes more strength than anyone who didn't grow up in that kind of house realizes, and it's a choice that has to be made every single day.
Thank you for telling.
Sadly, this sounds achingly familiar.
I hope this is the worst that you or your daughter will ever see. May peace and reconciliation (within yourself) be yours.
Zoey. You are a good mommy. I don't think there is a mom alive that hasn't felt like smacking their child at some point. You are rebeling against what you were taught. I applaud you.