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November 24, 2005, 6:43 am PST
There is Life After Co-Dependency
Quote From: raclmnAs I watched the show Friday, I could see my life thru each of the three guests. First of all, I spent my entire childhood being abused by my mother. She beat the hell out of me everyday ... from head to toe and with anything she could find in her reach. I only fought back once in all those years and that was the day I found the courage to walk out of her house. She had me on my bed choking me to death and I literally saw my life flashing in front of me. I knew if I didn't do something, I would die right then and there. I hauled off and knocked her across the room on top of my dresser. I left not knowing where I was going or how I would make it, I just knew I would. I have NEVER understood why she treated me the way she did. I have one half brother and she never treated him this way. He stood by and watched what I was going thru and begged her to stop everytime, but she always told him "shut up or I'll beat her harder and if you ever tell anyone, I'll beat you, too". To this day, he denies ever seeing anything happening to me and is spending his life right now in prison for various issues. I always thought she had mental issues, and so did others in the family, but according to her, there was NOTHING wrong. She not only physically abused me, but I lived the mental / emotional abuse. I was called every name in the book, I was told repeatedly what a loser I am, how ugly I am, how no one will ever want me, etc., etc. After hearing it "all" for so many years, I've spent the rest of my life believing it ( I'm 38). I have never been able to let go of the abuse. I do not know how and definitely cannot afford counseling, which I finally am at a point in my life that I'm ready to have. My mother died from a heart attack almost 2 years ago and her last words to me were "go to hell". She blew up at me that summer before her heart attack and said those words to me and slammed the phone down. I received a call early in the morning at the end of December that she was in ICU in a coma. I put all harsh feelings aside and drove to be by her side. I went back and forth for 3 weeks watching her hooked up to every machine they had. I talked to her, I prayed for her and I cried my heart out. I told her that I forgave her for all she put me thru, even though I don't think I really have. I just do not know how to let go of the pain and anger. She died the day before my oldest son's 10th birthday ... with everything between us still unsettled. She went to her grave still saying and believing that she never hurt me in any way. What's even sadder to me is that everyone in my family knew it was happening and NO ONE helped me out of the situation. I'm still trying to deal with that issue, but I get all sorts of different stories from different people. Basically, no one cared enough to want to raise me, so they let me live in hell. Anyway, I went on to put myself thru college and afterwards got married. That marriage lasted 9 years and I had two wonderful boys from it. It ended in 2000 and, once again, my life started going to hell again. I swore I'd never re-marry, but I did in August, 2001. It was completely stupid on my part and I just wish I could go back to the day my divorce was final in 2000 and start over. The guy I married is an alcoholic, but I never knew that until after "I do". He kept it well hidden. Two days before we married, I lost my job (which I still think he had something to do with). It took me 8 months to find another one. I lived in shear misery with him for one year and left. I moved to an apt. knowing good and well that he'd come looking for me. He did and has been back and forth more times than I can count. I keep giving in to him thinking that there may still be some chance of hope that things will eventually work out. He keeps giving up and running back to the alcohol. When he's drinking, I'm called every name in the book and talked to so harsh and hateful. It almost makes me wonder if he took lessons from my mother. I have forgiven him over and over and over and .... it just never changes. This has gone on for 4 years now and I just don't know how to let go. I guess I should be thankful that he never abused me physically. I've never loved a man ( the person he really is when he's not drunk ) like I have him and he is capable of showing and giving me love I've never known. I guess that would have to be why I don't know how to let go. I'm afraid I'll never feel love again and, maybe, deep inside, I'm trying to prove my mother wrong. So, just as a few examples of what I've been thru in just the past 4 years ... I've lost custody of my boys, I've lost 2 jobs ( which I am now unemployed and have been for 6 1/2 months and can't find a job to save my life ), I lost my car ( because he made me feel sorry for him when he didn't have the money to pay his bills because he wouldn't get off his sorry ass and work, so I neglected mine and paid his ), I have married and divorced him, not once, but twice, in the past 4 years believing all the mumbo jumbo crap that he would give me the world and things would eventually work out, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah. So, in a nutshell, I've spent my entire life in abuse of some kind and I do not know how to get away from it. I have been suffering from depression for about 7 years now and can't seem to get away from that, either. I know that I need professional counseling, but like I stated earlier, it takes money and that's the last thing I can afford without a job. It is so hard to pick myself up everyday and keep going, but I think of my children and I find the strength. I used to be a very strong person inside, but somewhere along the way, I lost it. That and prayers is what got me thru my childhood. I never knew, until I watched the show on Friday, 10/14/05, that anyone has been thru the ordeals I've been thru. Our stories had differences, but I have lived a part of each of those women's lives. I guess maybe this is my chance to vent, so if you're reading this, I know it's depressing, but it is the way things have been for me. If just one person reads this and it helps, in any way, then it will have been worth the time I spent spilling my guts. Thank you.  Hello,
I am responding to your story because in some ways it is similar to my own past. I believe that you are repeating a cycle of abuse, by marrying an abusive person. I can relate, as I did that myself a few times. I left an abusive alcoholic spouse after nearly 10 years. I left not when He abused me, but after my then 15 yr old came to tell me what He'd been doing to Her. I confronted Him, with Her present immediately. I was scared to death to leave before it became an obvious threat to my children. I look at the past, now after nearly 16 years away from this man and could truly kick myself for not having left right away. I did because of what happened to my Daughter, (by my first marriage) when I should have years before, for what he was putting me through(and consequently my children). I rationalized staying for years, I didn't want to be divorced again, I could make it work, totally miserable, depressed, hurt, dependent financially, and 2000 miles from my family. I tried to get help, for the emotional abuse a few times, it did help, but I stayed, going through miserable situation after miserable situation, til as I said, my Daughter came to me. She came to me the morning after an severe srgument between myself and my husband, about my threatening to leave( I had threatened it so many times, but was terrified that since I was without money or resources, that leaving would make me and my children homeless and penniless, that I might not even be able to fee them) My Husband, who was a mean drunk had been wittnessed by my young Sons, threatening me. When I had stated that I'd leave, He said, "Your not getting rid of me like you did the first one, and when I want to get rid of you, I'll shoot you between the eyes" My Sons told my Daughter the next morning, She came to me and asked if it were true, when I said that it had happened just that way, She said "I hate Him" then went on to tell me about His coercing Her to keep quite about things he was doing to Her. He had told Her if She tole me, that Her little Brothers would have to grow up w/out a Dad, like She had. Well I am ashamed to say, that even this did not give me the backbone to leave. My Daughter went to stay w/ my Mother, I listened to a screwy marriage counselor, who promised that We could turn this around, if my Husband and I attended marriage counseling. What happened was as soon as My He figured out that He wouldn't be prosecuted, He quit going to counseling. Then ensued several more weeks of My going to marriage counseling by myself, and the situation w/ that counselor becoming detrimental to my emotional health. He literally would call ma, make me responsible for my husband not coming to counseling, then use what I said to Him, whenever my husband did go. I explained, in front of my husband, to this counselor, that it felt like when he used me, or what I said during sessions w/ my husband, that He was giving my husband permission to abuse me. I was a basket case, I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown. I left my children w/ friends, and went to visit a Girlfriend out of state. I felt at the time that I could not stay w/ my husband, but that I could not leave, because of all the fears. I was gone for a week. Did not even tell my girlfriend(or any friends) at the time why. I had confided in my Daughter 's best friends Mom, whom I barely knew at the time. I was too ashamed at still being in the home w/ Him.
When I got back, feeling a just little stronger, during the next session This counselor said, You're using this, your getting what you want out of this. You got a vacation out of this didn't you. I was in shock, I stood up to leave, He said, "Oh sure, quit run". So, like a good co-dependent, I sat back down....at the end of this session, he was setting up the next appointment, and I at least had the backbone to say, i will never be back to see you again. I drove away, in a state of shoke...right to the only person that knew the truth. Thank goodness, She made me call the hospital. I was able to speak to a counselor there, who told me, never to go back to that counselor again. that I needed a counselor just for myself, to be able to make some logical, rational decisions. I had to wait 3 weeks, but eventually went through several weeks of counseling, with a wonderful counselor who truly believe saved my life. I stayed stuck, afraid to leave, afraid to stay for weeks. Eventually, She had me research my options, what would happen to me and my kids, if I left the home. What happened is poetic justice, eventually My husband cut the strings Himself. In response to His not being able to trigger my reacting to His threats, His abusive comments, which totally threw Him, He said to me one evening. You are stupid to listen to counselors, you are stupid to go to alanon, and if you hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have gotten away with what I did to your kid for so long" I felt a release at that very moment. I looked at Him, proubibly seeing the real Him for the first time, and said. you don't know what you just did for me. The very next day, as my currernt counselor had asked me to do, I began exploring my options, and the process of taking my children, and leaving the home. When I did go talk to Social Services, they helped me, found me low income housing, I went to even more counseling, as I was referred to a co-dependency support group. I learned so much about me, what unacceptable behavior is. why I didn't react "normally" to this unacceptable behavior. How I had been conditioned, and by virtue of remaining in an abusive marriage, was conditioning my children to themselves being, or becoming abusers.
I know this is a long reply, believe it or not, I've edited it alot. But, I am trying to show, maybe by sharing my own experience, that We are sometimes our own worst enemy. There is something inside of the abused person, that hopeless romantic, hopeless martyr that clings to the mistaken idea that if we hold on tight enough, long enough, sacrifice ourselves, our values, or very being enough, the abuser will awake, change His ways. It can happen, I'm still sure of that. The abuser has to work hard, be willing and to change themselves. Just as the abused person has to change. But, what you accept, you teach. If the results in marriage counseling are similar to mine, or others. if the promises are lies, are manipulating you into staying. Then walk, no run away.
It wasn't easy, I took my children through several supportive groups, went through a horrible custody battle, knowing logically that He didn't have a prayer, but still being emotionally terrified, it took me almost 2 years to stop feeling that sick dread in the pit of your stomach, the walking on eggshells fears that are ingrained in you when you are emotionally abused like I was. But, I would go through it again, my only regret was that there wasn't yet a program on TV like Dr. Phil, where He tells it like it is, and where people share so much of their own experiences, so that you can feel as though you are not alone. Please feel free to write to me, I am happen to answer any questions, since I've been stuck like you are describing. Hang onto the strengths that got you out of the situation as a youngster, review the success you had, the efforts and hard work that you put into getting through school and improving your life. Your inner strengths are still there, bruised, perhaps more battered, but you are a survivor. Check local listings in your paper for co-dependency groups, alanon, emotions anonamous, whatever group seems most like a fit for you. Visit them, find the one that makes you grow. It is scarey, it is at first often uncomfortable. I eventually became so strong that I was coaching other stuck victims. There may also be, because of lack of income, free counseling etc. in your area. Go to an Abused spouse group, Talk to others, or to Agency's, you will find good support!! You can do it for YOU!!
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