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"HE'S NOT THE MAN
I THOUGHT I MARRIED"
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| December 27, 1999
I have learned that acceptance of
this statement is mandatory for my recovery. I've known for years.
I'm learning now, to trust and respect my feelings. I've made many choices
in my life, and now I live with the consequences. I felt sick inside. For the rest of the evening he gave me angry, dirty looks and harsh treatment. I decided to try to have the best time I could anyway. I went to the bar for some ice water. I stayed there (away from him), and watched people dancing while conversing with mutual friends. He sat at the table, remaining very angry. The next thing I remember is when he came to the bar and threw my jacket at me. I looked at the men I was talking with and said, "I guess it's time to go." Then he said, "Yeah, and if we don't leave now, you can find your own f***ing way home!" Now I was frightened. Both my (married) companions at the bar were shocked at his behavior and offered to drive me home. Their wives were in agreement! I considered the offer, but didn't
accept. I was afraid of the resulting consequences. I left the
party with an angry man I thought was my husband, but I was no longer
sure. When we arrived home, he went into another part of the house, slamming
the door behind him. He didn't speak to me for two days. When
he finally opened his mouth, we were in a yelling match. He was
angry with me (are you ready for this?) because I embarrassed HER!
No matter how I tried, I don't think I was able to convince him that he
should have been more concerned about MY feelings - NOT hers! We
never discussed it again. I made up my mind at that point that I
would never go to another of his family's parties. Here's
a secret: he was really concerned about how he would look to her. He
doesn't care how anyone feels unless it is to manipulate them into liking
or thinking well of him. The summer was a difficult time. We continued to have problems communicating without arguing. A friend of mine had recommended the Patricia Evans book The Verbally Abusive Relationship - How to Recognize it and How to Respond. I found it hard to stop reading; here was my life in print. I began seeing a counselor. After the confirmation I received from reading the book as well as from two professionals I consulted with, I stopped blaming my codependence for our problems. Yippee! I confronted him with the fact that he was and has been an abuser for a number of years. He emphatically denied this, (as they normally do) but promised he would try not to be. The conversation became very emotional, and before I knew it - I was crying. I told him that I couldn't accept his treatment anymore, and that if it didn't change - I wanted him to leave. I was surprised to hear myself say this. Before going to bed that night, I
kissed him and told him that I wanted him to continue to be a part of my
life. He asked, "What do you want with an abuser in your
life?" I answered, "I don't." I just wanted him to
stop the abuse. When I got home from work the next day, I didn't
know if he would be there or not. He was home, doing yard work.
I greeted him with a kiss. He said that he had decided buy an organizer
for me. I had no idea what this was. On the way to the store,
he gave me a computer magazine to read and decide which one I'd like to
have. This was not an inexpensive purchase. I said something
about not needing to spend the money on it, and he said that I never buy
anything for myself and that it would be very useful to me. I didn't
argue (rarely did), and we bought one. I was told later that this
was called "honeymooning". From what I had read, and
descriptions from sites on the internet, I realized that this treatment
(abuse) would only continue - and that it would eventually get worse - if
he (we) did not agree to get professional help. Yep. I did some real soul-searching, and
even thought about suicide at one point. But I love me. Good! Other people love me too. Good! Even though it was painful to realize, the
anger that I felt from him most of the time helped me to understand that
ours was not a healthy, loving marriage. I couldn't change it alone.
The only way to stop the abuse was to stop being a victim. I had to
make the most difficult choice of my life. Well into the party, she arrived
with her husband. I suddenly realized that my husband deliberately kept
his invitation to her from me. This was the last time he was going
to disrespect me. I left that night. I let him know that I would
return when I was able to talk to him about why I had left. I stayed
away for two more nights. He was very angry, claiming he couldn't
understand why I left. He interrogated me, demanding an answer.
There was no CONCERN at all. I was simply a QUEST for him.
This was the straw that broke the camel's back. I realized there was
no point in discussing my position with him. He wouldn't have heard
anything I had to say. My decision was made. The following week, I found a place
to live. I set up my own accounts and arranged to have my mail sent
to a PO box. I signed the divorce papers and went back to live with
him for a few days until my place was ready. He stayed away except for
brief periods of time. Having no idea how he would react, I decided
to tell him I had filed for divorce while I was in a "safe place."
One morning, I called him at work and told him. I was crying. He
asked why I didn't tell earlier him that I had filed, and I told him that
I was afraid to. I had made him aware that his anger frightened me a
week ago, and that I couldn't and wouldn't continue to live in a
relationship that was this unhealthy. The main thing I remember
about this conversation is the lack of emotion in his voice. I told
him that he could to sign the papers at my attorney's office or be served.
I gave him my attorney's phone number and said I couldn't talk anymore.
It was the most difficult conversation I've ever had. It hurt even
more that he never attempted to talk me out of it. I had to keep
reminding myself that I was doing the right thing. I had to remember
that I was a good person, and that he could only hurt me if I let him.
I repeated this to myself as often as I needed to in the months to come. But, I thought that the rest of his
family loved me as well. I'm not sure of this anymore. We have
an unspoken bond that I respect: they have to be there for him. What
is most difficult for me is losing the tight bond I had with them. They've
stopped communicating with me. I hope that time will heal this. My
door is open if they change their minds. In the meantime, I not only
grieve the loss of my marriage but the unexpected loss of other loved ones
as well. This is very sad. Don't think about whether
or not you are loved. They did love you. It is likely that they feel
pressure from your husband not to "betray" him. It is also
possible, if not likely, that he fed his family lies to make you
look bad and justify himself. Dear Diana, Thank you for taking the time to write your account. You did what you could to save your marriage. Unfortunately, your husband was apparently unwilling to participate. Part of the problem with sexually-tinged friendships lies in the emotional escape hatch they provide their participants. The participants have less of a need to deal with the relational issues in their lives. The "friends" are immediately available for comfort. The "friends" are emotionally safer than in a "real" day-to-day relationship - where one confronts one's own demons through the dance of intimacy. I wish you continued success on your path. God Bless You! Dr. Irene Ps: I tried to send you an email to notify you that your letter was up, but it was returned as un-sendable. |
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your own health care provider.
Courtesy of Dr. Irene
Matiatos, Copyright© 1999. The material on this website may be distributed
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