Re: My confession startingover: [quote author=WhyDoIKeepDoingThis? link=topic=36044.msg400034#msg400034 date=1163095124">
Goose,
I, personally don't post on tatteredandtorn's threads...simply for that reason. The only reason I posted today was I got sick of sitting here quietly while people bashed me and said things that weren't true.
I'm willing (and have been) to peacefully co-exsist...the ball is in tat's court.
WDIKDT?
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When a post is knowingly a lie about MY husband, I can and will voice my own opinion on the matter. You out and out lied about him not being your prince, but a frog in disguise. That is what I have a problem with, you lied about the two of you not being together when in fact you were and still are. That is not ok in anyway, shape or form.
Re: My confession WhyDoIKeepDoingThis?: Well, I really don't feel like I should have to justufy myself to anyone here...but if you want all the vivid details about the abuse I've suffered, I'll go ahead and spell it all out for you...for those of you that give a d*mn....
The first instance was just a couple months after we married...we lived in a small cottage and he decided to push me from one side of the cottage to the other because he was mad that dinner wasn't finished.
The second instance was the most severe. He had been drinking and driving. I stupidly was in the passenger seat. I happened to look in the back seat of the car and found the beer he had been drinking. There was one can left. I opened the car door and poured the beer onto the driveway. He told me that if he got out of the car, there would be trouble. He came over to my side of the car and literally dragged me out of the passenger's seat. I was screaming bloody murder...we lived on a busy street and cars were going by but no one would stop. He threw me down on the concrete steps in front of the front door. I lay there bleeding while he unlocked the door. He picked me up and threw me into the front room. I was screaming, and that was pissing him off even more. He proceeded to put his knee on my throat and cover my nose and mouth with both his hands. He kept saying that he was going to kill me. I was trying to scream, but nothing was coming out. I looked into his eyes and it was like his soul had left. As I was almost unconscious, he picked me up by my throat and held me up against the wall. I fell limp to the floor. I woke up, and I was still in the front room, by the door. He was somewhere in the house. I could smell cigarette smoke. Once my head cleared, I ran as fast as I possibly could across the street...looking over my shoulder as I ran, thinking he was going to tackle me in the street. He didn't follow me. I stayed with a neighbor for a few days.
The third instance was when he was completely sober (where we live now) and he got mad and threw a lamp at my head. It missed, but he admitted to me that he liked to see the fear on my face.
He threatens my life, he controls everything I do, I cannot leave the house without him, he calls numerous times each day, he says that he will destroy the apartment.
So, here I sit, crying my heart out, trying to work, and thinking that I have to somehow justify that I am NOT all the things I am being called on this board.
WDIKDT?
Re: My confession WhyDoIKeepDoingThis?: I didn't post my experiences for people here to feel sorry for me or to justify anything. I posted them because I am tired of being made out to be a liar. I'm tired of all the name calling. (If you notice, I haven't gone into "ugly mode", I'm not shooting back insults.) I'm tired of taking abuse from people I don't even know on this board and being expected to sit back quietly, be called all kinds of horrible things, and do nothing about it.
I felt the need to justify the fact that I am, in fact, in an abusive marriage...nothing else.
WDIKDT?
Re: My confession jannette Garcia: WDIKDT I'm really sorry for what you are going through, but in all honesty it doesnt justify what you have been doing with Tat's husband. You out of all people should know how hard you're making things for TAT, but you keep doing it. You can't rely on other people to help you with your problems, if you're husband is abusing you, get out, get the police involved and get help, but dont use it as an excuse to hook up with someone else's husband and expect us to feel sorry for you.
Re: My confession Lumpy: Get the police involved and get the hell out. What else can you do?
