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Date: January 16, 2017 01:28PM
I am the original poster. TBH I don't care all that much about what people think of me here, but since I'm still going through this it helps me to write about it and process things and then I can think about what the best way to move forward is. I already went through the whole "she's just making all this up for attention thing" so that's not unexpected.. if you want to think that, go ahead it doesn't matter to me.
Like I said in my previous post, I no longer think in terms of my actions as "right or wrong" but rather, understanding my mindset as a human and others helps give me closure for my or anyone else's actions.
The things that I said my husband did are true, and my lawyer keeps a record of it where there is a paper trail. I don't however think of him as a monster. Lol my lawyer actually used that word in the original divorce filing and I asked him to remove it. In the same vein, through therapy I could see my husband had a tremendous amount of pressure on him once I became an apostate, and he was desperate to get me back in line. It doesn’t excuse his behavior towards me but helps me understand why he did what he did. Same thing with me.
To give some more background information and context about where I'm coming from, I was molested when I was 5, and growing up in the church I felt like I "owed" something back to the church because I never confessed (which is twisted the way they make you feel guilty about a sexual crime committed against you). I had this shameful secret, and I carried this heavy burden since that age. My mother expected me be perfect, and while my alcoholic bipolar brother got the royal treatment including thousands of dollars on designer wardrobe (now I can see she was desperate to help him, just didn't go about it the right way), I was forced to get my clothing from hand me downs and Good Will. I became clinically depressed and my grades tanked. With early morning seminary things got worse, and I became sick with severe anemia, to the point of having to pull over to the side of the rode because I was struggling to hold my hands on the steering wheel. I'd often fall asleep at the wheel and was jolted awake when my head would fall against my chest. My mom had me on several kind of medications from a psychologist, which gave me suicidal thoughts. I would have to clench my fists while driving because I was thinking about driving into oncoming traffic and ending my life. Of course, it stopped once I left my parents house and off of the meds. I cried myself to sleep every night for those years, wishing I didn't have to breathe because breathing was so exhausting. My juvenile therapist would lecture my mom, and I remember her saying if my mom didn't stop treating me the way she was, I would not be able to function as an independent adult. I suppose this is what I am continuing to struggle with to today. I've come a mighty long way from where I was, but I've learned to be kind to myself and where I can get myself in trouble is when I start to compare myself to other people and holding myself to unrealistic expectations. My adult therapist has helped me realize why I married my husband, which is because I (extend anyone else raised in abuse) was familiar with a certain dynamic and familiarity has a powerful comfort in it, in its way. The opposite is true for boys like my husband, who got away with abuse because he was a holy priesthood holder and accusations of abuse against him were lies, according to his parents.
The same thing goes with my lover and his current situation, which you can read about on my last, or second to last or both, I can't remember, entry.
It's been one hell of a struggle, maintaining my current life, I don't do it easily or without putting a lot of thought into it, weighing all the details of the pros and cons which you don't know about, listening to my attorney's counsel, getting a second opinion (which was a huge risk because my husband keeps financial trackers on me and can see everything I do financially, or used to, at this point I've been able to wrestle some back from him).
As it stands, during this time I've been working my butt off to be able to learn a skill to support myself financially. My attorney says it's going to be difficult on kids either way, but even more so if their standard of living goes way down. With several kids and no degree, this was not an easy task to accomplish, but I did it.
I don't expect to only get support and butterflies, unicorns and kisses here, but I put my story out because it creates a discussion, it makes people think about things.
Would you have me wear a scarlet A on my shirt for the rest of my life? Would you rethink calling my boyfriend a cowards when his wife wields a crowbar at him, threatens him with a stun gun, and knows she will try to acuse him of abuse? He knows she will not work, she will pay tithing on her support money.
Things are going to change soon, now that I will have the financial ability to it gives me courage and strength to do something many women in my situation are not able to.
It's possible that I don't really realize the danger I'm in, and I'm trying to acknowledge that. My husband has made progress with how he treats me but like I said, it's difficult for him now that I realize how I deserve to be treated. The danger for me is after I file, which is why I have to have things in place before I do. Which did take some time.
I hope my story makes people rethink judging people in situations similar to mine.