When I finally left this awful situation, I felt alone much of the time. In short, I did everything but face what had actually happened to me. I also blamed myself for not leaving the situation much sooner than I did. I blamed myself for the abuse, assuming that I had brought this on myself, due to my poor decision making skills.
However, this was finally a way out for me, as I was unable to leave prior to this. Ostensibly, I left because my ex had cheated on me. I was called “fat”, “worthless,” “stupid,” “bitch,” and probably lots of other names that I now choose to forget. The abuse was both emotional and physical. And I consider myself to be strong and independent.įor nearly seven years, I endured abuse. I also consider myself to be resourceful, even scrappy. In fact, I have been told I am quite intelligent. In fact, I had a pretty good family life. No, I did not grow up with parents who abused me in any way. Somehow, I found myself in an abusive relationship. I had thought that I was lucky to find love at a young age, and figured I was set for life. I had gotten married at the relatively young age of 22. However, sometimes it was also a literal prison. Sometimes this was only a metaphorical prison.
Nine years ago (almost to this very date, in fact), I began a journey.įor seven years, I was trapped in a prison.
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