It had been 5 months since the last time I cut myself. I thought I was doing good. My husband decided to invite his family over for a cook out yesterday which usually means I end up having to clean house and cook while he goes upstairs to play Xbox. I was mostly right. I went upstairs and told him that I was not lifting a finger until he got off his butt to help me. That’s when it began. His first sentence was “just got lay down and be lazy like you always do.” I’m so in shock because I had already been up since 6am cleaning and it was now 12noon. Then he kept on. He wanted to be right over my shoulder making sure I cleaned everything to his standards and the verbal abuse continued. I am fat, lazy and worthless etc…Â The bad thing is the old me started to listen. I went and bought me some Mikes Hard Punch Mango flavored (I’m not a drinker or a smoker) and I sat outside with my drink some smokes and a knife. The sharp little sting of the cut was enough to relax me, but one cut would not do. I had to cut 4 more times. My arm is now bloody and I’ve got to hide it or he’ll get even more mad. I went back inside to clean my arm up and as I am washing the blood from my arm and relishing the sting from the water, he wraps his arms around me and tells me he’s sorry. I was so mad at him for the roller coaster of emotions he put me through. I shrugged him off me and told him to stay away from me. He all but gladly went to his recliner upstairs in the game room. I was still stuck with all the work and cooking. I think he thinks its a game. I think he likes to try and control me with his abusive words. There’s more to this story than what I’ve written and more to the abuse but it shows how little it takes to send me back peddling. If he could only understand that all I want to do is love him. I don’t want to be tired all the time. I want to lose the weight I’ve gained since my knee injury. I just don’t see the point anymore if I am never going to be good enough or if he sends me back to that dark place. It’s a dangerous obsession to think about your death everyday and can actually visualize it.
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For God’s sake, if your marriage is killing you, get out.
I was married for 20 years; I have three great children. I had been unhappy for a long time but I stayed in it for the kids. By 2003, when I became suicidal, I realized that no matter how hard it would be, I needed to divorce him. (With lots of support psych support/therapy.) I divorced him in 2004 (I’m in my early 50s). It was really tough. But I did it. I got my sense of myself back. I remarried in 2008 to a wonderful man. My life is not some kind of fairy tale; far from it. But I am happy now. But NO ONE needs to take that kind of abuse. Take care of yourself. If you need to, contact the Institute of Living (Hartford) or find a good psych hospital that can really provide good treatment for depression, and support for what you need to do (which sounds like getting away from an abusive man)… maybe a domestic abuse organization can offer help – ?
Yes!! Educate yourself on what abuse really is! He SHOULD NOT be treating you like that. Men and women are equal. There are no “set” rules for who should do what in household roles. Get some support. Seek a domestic abuse organization near you and get educated. Everything is confidential and they will give you options!! Even if you decide to stay with him, you come out a smarter, more confident woman!!