Looking through those other journal entries made me hunt for one of my older journals. I found the one I was writing when I met my abusive ex-husband. In reading those words now I can hardly believe I could have ever felt positive things about him. As long as I can remember he has been... Continue Reading →
Abusive Relationship – Warning Signs
One of my biggest concerns is my daughter will grow up and marry an abuser herself. All I can really do is teach her the facts and perhaps inform her of the warning signs. After all there were early warning signs in our relationship, when we were dating, which I missed or chose to ignore. ... Continue Reading →
History of Abuse Leads to Tragedy
My father and I recently had an argument about whether a women should or should not get divorced from a person who is abusive. The story is posted under Abusive and Controlling Emails - Email Traps. I had stated my personal belief that a women and her children (should she have any) should leave... Continue Reading →
Ending the Cycle of Abuse
One of my greatest fears is if my daughter picks someone like her dad who is abusive. My grandmother and mother picked husbands exhibiting abusive behavior very similar to my ex-husband. My parents divorced when I was about three years old. My father began using me to abuse my mother when I was four or five and... Continue Reading →
Was My Husband Poisoning Me or Was the Relationship Toxic
You may find this shocking to believe that I once use to question if my ex-husband was poisoning me. I actually thought it was pretty crazy to think such a thing. I certainly did not think a normal person would even consider such a thing. I cannot tell you how many doctor's I visited during those years... Continue Reading →
Abusive Experiences – Journal Email Entries 2006
Journal Email Entries - 12/3/2006 Our daughter came home from her dad's house then she and I went to Walmart to buy her a desk. When we got home I told her to take a bath. She was crying and calling for me. She said her vagina hurt. I asked her what it felt like. ... Continue Reading →