It began with a charming man who was outgoing, funny, intelligent, thoughtful. People loved him and wanted to be around him.
It began with lies. A white lie here, another there. He would say, “when I was at university…” even though I had known him since high school and knew that he never went to college. I could have blown his lies, but I didn’t say anything.
It began with lies to me. “I’m off to work…” and when I’d call, they’d say that he was fired a month ago for theft. He’d tell me that he was framed and he found another job. He just forgot to tell me.
It began when his sixteen year old sister took a loaded shotgun to her head. His father cleaning bits of her off the walls. Blood stained flowery wallpaper. He was never sober again.
It began with suicide attempts. Sitting in the bathtub, full of water, fully dressed and fully drunk with an electrical appliance in his hands. I’d stay up all night, exhausted, trying to get him to come down. Eventually, he’d fall asleep, but I never did.
It began with assault in the wee hours; drunk and raging, pulling me out of bed by my hair. Punching me in the stomach, where it would leave no obvious marks, and kicking me when I was on the floor in a fetal position.
It began when he didn’t care about leaving marks anymore. Slamming me against a wall and strangling me. “Die, bitch!” I can still feel his fingers around my neck. I knew that it would be much harder to crush my larynx if I turned my head.
It began when I stopped turning my head. I’d look him straight in the eye while he was killing me. I wanted him to see what he was killing. He owed me that much. I wanted him to kill me, to have it end. I wanted it all to be over. I wanted out and I could see no other way.
It began with a fist in the face so powerful that it knocked out my front tooth and slammed my head against the car window, leaving me with a concussion and a bloody mouth. I was driving at the time. I told everyone that I tripped over the cat.
It began when I ran out of excuses for the bruises and cuts and blood. My injuries were so visible and so severe that I made up an imaginary car accident.
It began one night when he was angrier and drunker than I’d ever seen him. He wanted me dead. I locked myself in the car. He dented the car hood with his fists, smashed the window and pulled me out by my hair. He raised me off the ground with his grubby paws around my neck. I was nearly unconscious. “I am about to die.” An acquaintance walked by and said something. He dropped me on the ground, gave me one last kick and ran.
It ended with police reports, a restraining order, and a call to the National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1−800−799−7233 or TTY 1−800−787−3224.
It ended with freedom. He was never arrested for his crimes, and all the arrest warrants expired long ago. He is free forever for what he did to me. He is still out there, but he is not the only one who is free.
This year, I am celebrating fifteen years free of domestic violence. Fifteen years of living in hiding. Fifteen years without an attempt on my life. Fifteen years with a baseball bat next to my bed, waking up in a panic, short of breath with hands around my neck, but the hands are not real anymore.
I am free and so are you. There is another way out besides your death. You are not alone. You are strong. You can do this. If you or someone you know is in danger, please, get help. If you’re alive, it is not too late.
The reason I “liked” this ? Because you exist freely.
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Thank you. I’m lucky that I do.
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I like this because you are a survivor and because you are a beautiful, brave, inspiring woman standing up for those who can’t yet do it for themselves. ((hugs))
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Thanks. The whole reason I write posts like this is for the people who are going through it now. If I can reach even one, it’s worth it.
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This brought me to tears. You’re still here, you’re a survivor and this is such a difficult subject to talk about. I think we are averaging about one woman per week in Australia who dies at the hands of a partner (I know the number is much higher in the US). If this many people were dying in car accidents, electrocution from faulty wiring, or being run over by trains, the government would step in and do everything they could to try and stop it. I remember when I was very young and my cousin was a cop. He said, “the last place we want to be is in a domestic violence situation – what happens at home should stay at home.” I’ve always hoped this attitude would change, but unfortunately I don’t think it has. We have a voice and yours is one of great hope xxxx
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It really is disgusting how often DV happens. Sometimes, as in my case, it goes on for years before we do anything about it.
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I was also a victim of domestic abuse, but my abuser died in an accident. This post made me cry. I am so happy for your freedom and so sad that it took a death to give me mine. I would like to share this.
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No matter how you got out, the important thing is that you did.
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Reblogged this on CardCastlesInTheSky and commented:
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. You’ve heard me speak about it here recently. Now we’re talking about it at STMND with Goldfish.
Head on over & show some support.
Do you know anyone suffering with a situation like this? Hit up our Resources page for help. No one should have to suffer in silence.
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Wow. Speechless at your powerful words. Well done. Well done for the writing and for the surviving. Well. Done.
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Thank you. It’s amazing that I survived. But, if I got out, other victims can get out, too.
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Reblogged this on I Will Not Live in Vain and commented:
Powerful words from a survivor. Well done, Goldfish. Well. Done.
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Such power in those words. So many women suffering in silence, I wish I could lend them my voice. You are a true survivor and I’m so glad that you are alive today to tell your tall. May it inspire other to seek safety.
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Thank you. I wish I could lend them my voice, too. I know what it’s like to be so seemingly powerless, but no matter how bad it gets, there’s always a way out. I wish I had learned that sooner.
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Big hugs Fishy…from one survivor to another.
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Cheers.
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Reblogged this on Fish Of Gold and commented:
Apparently, I was over at STMND yesterday. I wrote this post at the beginning of the month, then promptly forgot about it. If you haven’t already, go read.
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I love you.
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❤
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I am so glad that you are safe, and so sad that you are still dealing with the affects of PTSD. I am so blessed to have found you on this site and always look forward you your words, and experiences that you share with us. Have you ever tried EMDR? Just a thought..
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Thanks, Abby, and thanks for the reblog.
I haven’t tried EMDR. I’ve never had a mental health professional who suggested it.
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From personal experience its amazing. It has to do with moving the traumatic experience from the frontal lobe to somewhere else in the brain so that its not at the forefront. It helped me a lot with the nightmares and I can actually pass by the area where most of my abuse occurred (which is helpful in commuting). Of course I would reblog-we are sisters in this terrible club! Glad to share your story!
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I’m very glad you found something that helps! I’ll check into it. Thanks. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The left side and commented:
I am happy to be able to share this wonderful post by a very strong woman
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Glad you are strong to stand up to the memory and help others, too, Fishy.
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Thanks, Mark.
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Hugs. I think I’ve said I’m happy you survived. If not, I’m saying it now.
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Thanks, Jaded.
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Wow. I am glad you made it out.
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Thank you.
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Powerful words, Goldfish. I’m glad you got out. I hope and pray that your words will help others get out and get safe.
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Thanks. I hope so, too.
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I am humbled by your brazenness in opening up old wounds, in baring your scares to the world. I pray anyone in such a position finds help and freedom before its too late. Thank you.
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