The Park

Well, almost the beginning.  Here is a journal entry from late March this year.  Names will be substituted with initials to avoid slander and protect the in all of these posts.

"T. is trying to cut off all money from me co that I can’t leave.  He thinks I’m going to leave and he’s treating me like a criminal.  I am so tired of this run around.  I do want to leave.  I do not love this craziness in this man.  I wish something would happen to change this in him.  He is absolutely disrespectful.  No honor in him.  Another good for nothing man.  What am I going to do?  He is absolutely paranoid."  — sjb 3/28/08

 

The man I use to call husband constantly had self-fulfilling prophecy.  He created most of the situations he wished would not happen.  He didn’t want me to leave, yet he made it impossible to live with him.  He created all of the circumstances in which I finally felt I not only wanted to leave, but needed to leave for my son’s safety and my safety as well.
He would keep money from me to prevent me from leaving.  Literally had our tax refund direct deposited into his father’s account so I wouldn’t run with it.  He would cut me off from my friends.  I literally was separated from all of my loved ones and rarely saw another person other than my son and my in-laws and this man for months.  Let’s just say, I was being driven toward a break down.  Amazingly though I didn’t.  There was someone to live for.  My son.

This man who promised me to be my help mate drained me dry emotionally.  There was always something.  I couldn’t cook like his mom so nothing I made was right.  It all had to be riddled with salt, butter, and fat to taste just right.  No wonder I gained almost 40lbs during our marriage. 

Always a critic, the way I did laundry was wrong, the way I dressed was below his standards,  my hair not long enough, my glasses not nerdy enough (yes there was a librarian fantasy he had that I apparently was to fulfill), my teeth not bright enough, my not wild enough (though I was the best he said), my driving was to slow, to fast, to wobbly, I was always getting lost because I wasn’t from the area and I wasn’t allowed to make mistakes and I had to learn things his way or no way. 
He always needed something from me.  There were always interruptions from what I was doing because whatever I was doing was not nearly as important as what he was doing and wasn’t I suppose to be his "help-mate"? 

This is the short list of why I want a divorce from him.  Why I’m going to get it.  Why he is going to pay for it.  I’m not talking dirty revenge I’m talking he’s going to foot the bill for the divorce.  I can’t afford it and I’ll wait a year and use legal aid if I have to but I’m getting out of dodge and now.

Problem.  The economy is going to you know where in a hand basket.  I’m looking for a job.  Again.  I actually have a great job working for an amazing company.  But, in this company people of my standing don’t have a chance right now.  I’m very qualified, I took this job as a foot-in-the-door opportunity to work for this place, never expecting in my wildest dreams that I would end up leaving my husband, living in an undisclosed location for protection, and looking at a hiring freeze that keeps me at $8.50/hr with irregular hours.  I’m happy to have a job at this juncture.  So many people have it worse than me.  This I know.  I just need more than the two hours I worked so far this week in order to survive. (Yes this week I’ve earned $17 minus taxes).  Not going to work.

Life is hard.  Life is really really REALLY hard.  But I am free from this bond that I suffered through for so long.  I actually have hope for the future now when for the longest time that hope had dimmed to almost nothing.

I have been a victim of domestic and abuse for the last three years and I want to share my story of how I got out. 

This is for all the women who feel helpless and hopeless. 

You are loved and you can do it.  I’m doing it right now.  There is help.  There is a way.

Update:  Apparently there are some editing bots with this blogging platform that keep me from using words that are about relations between man and wife and about conflict that happens with the body that should never happen from someone you love.  So please excuse the odd blanks.  I will try to work around the bots the best I can.

Here’s a shocker.  A twenty-seven-year-old woman goes to the dentist for her first cleaning ever yesterday. 

 

I have gingivitis.

 

There was a significant amount of pain that I never new existed.  If I enjoyed that kind of thing I would have been in heaven but I am not and was not in heaven yesterday for two hours.

 

My son went for his first cleaning and he was just wonderful.  A charming, sweet little boy who after he was done came over to "help" mom out.  He kissed my forehead, he spoke sweet words, and he made me laugh.  He astonished the hygienist by looking into my gory mouth and asked fascinated questions about what she was doing. 

 

I may have a future dentist/doctor on my hands.  He wasn’t fazed one bit.

 

I was brave for him and honestly I am glad that I had it done.  I noticed a huge difference and only half of my procedure was finished yesterday. 

 

I’m sad that my parents never took me.  I wish they had started earlier.  I would have been better prepared I think for all of what happened.

 

It is amazing how once they start going your whole world shrinks down and becomes your mouth.  There is no escaping the noises, the pokes, the pressures; the suction thing they tell children is "Mr. Thirsty".

 

I am so glad Parker was there because he’s now not afraid of the dentist and he had me laughing so hard that a couple of times the hygienist had to stop and suction me because I was about to choke.

 

Little man has never made me more proud.  I am so blessed beyond words to have this wonder that is my child in my life.