Well, isn’t this appropriate? Trust. Today of all days. 😦
Twenty-One years ago today my life was destroyed. Twenty-One years ago today Stan revealed himself for who he really was. Twenty-One years ago today the abuse began, abuse so bad that 20 years later I was on the verge of suicide, and he was trying to push me off the ledge. Twenty-One years ago today, it was my wedding day.
I do not trust you. Don’t take it personally. I just can’t. Not after what happened. Not after I visibly watched the person who had just been so affectionate to me in public, turn ice-cold, begin to manipulate me and drive me insane. He was always so nice in public, in front of other people. Maybe you’re the same. Maybe you’re not. I can’t afford to find out. Not after last time.
Stan had my family in his corner. My grandparents, the only people I’d ever thought loved me, constantly told me that the problem was me. Stan was a good person, I was lucky he was my husband, I needed to change to make him happy, it was all my fault. My mother was no different. Almost everyone around me said the same thing as well.
Twenty years later I sat in marriage counseling completely crushed by my husband’s non-stop stream of lies and manipulations.
“If I don’t get away from him, I’m going to kill myself.”
The therapist turned to my husband and calmly asked him how that made him feel, and did he want me to kill myself?
He said, “This makes me feel bad.” and “no.”
The therapist then gave him the choice of life and death over me.
“You have to make the choice, Stan,” she said. “Are you going to let her go and separate from you for a time or are you going to choose the alternative?”
Just as on my wedding day, I was in shock. The therapist had just told Stan that he got to choose whether or not I committed suicide, whether or not I lived or died.
He chose the latter.
But in that instant God stepped in, began to break the chains that Stan had bound me to him, and said, “No more.”
It would take me another several months before God ordered me out (He’d been telling me for over a year to leave, but I wouldn’t. I was still worshiping the creation (marriage) not the Creator.).
So, I hope you can understand that though I might love you and think you are a wonderful person, in my mind, no matter what you do, I will always wonder, “How will this person betray me? When will it be?”
My trust in all people has been utterly destroyed, and I harbor no real hope of getting it back.
PS Due to something that happened last month, I want to go on record to my friends that if you ever say one thing in defense of my evil ex-husband, I will no longer consider you my friend. The man chose death for me, don’t you dare defend him at any level. Don’t give me the lie that you want to be fair. It’s abuse, grow a spine, and pick a side.