Suddenly

My Post today Has been quite painful to write.  I’ve written today’s words to help me  heal.  They say you have to tell your story to get past the event.  The victim needs to tell the story to heal, but what about the Mother?

I am not posting this to hurt anyone, rather, maybe, just maybe it may help someone that is experiencing the same.

So here it goes….

Suddenly,  my life took a turn.   I woke up one morning and was thrown into a whirlwind of fear, doubt, hatred,  revenge..One of the loves of my life has been damaged, weak, unrecognizable, and afraid.  I should have been there, paid more attention, seen the hidden signs, but I did not.   I believed the  excuses for the unexplainable.   Then  suddenly, it became clearer, one revelation at a time.   Weeks would go by slowly without really understanding why his behavior wasn’t addressed.

I heard each frightening story one at a time and relived them in my mind. I carry the burden of her screaming for help and no one answering the call.  Ignored the broken window, door off the hinges, car windows shattered, black eyes, broken nose.   I never see her anymore,  where is she?    Why didn’t she leave?  Then ,the call came that he tried to kill her in an auto accident.   I saw  the pictures, it was real.

I hate  him, I wanted him arrested. He is crazy and delusional.  He can’t get away with this. Look at the presents,  why would you spend so much money on someone you want to kill? He is obsessed, he is scary and controlling.   He should not get away with this.  What can I do??  I have to fix this, can I?  I have to find the path to rid the hate from my heart, I am not that person that hates. I must  find  a way to rid  him in my thoughts, and  one day look back on this as a tough time in our lives and come through this with wisdom and an awakening /awareness of others and their struggle. No more judging .

I watch a TV drama, some mindless story of  action, fights, strong men and beautiful women. When suddenly the strong man takes the beautiful woman and starts choking her, she is gasping for breath, struggling, crying , begging,grabbing his arms to pull him back but he is too strong, she passes out and he releases.  She is still alive. He leaves and no one is there but her.  What I see was my daughter’s face on this actress.  It was her struggling, not a stranger, but my daughter , alone, crying, and afraid.  She suffered this alone, I was not there. No one was there, but he was there.

Statistically,one in four women are battered.  They are our neighbors, women that we talk to every day,  women that are keeping a secret from everyone.  We need, as a society, to pay attention, don’t judge their decisions, reach out to women that are mothers, sisters, daughters and friends.  This insanity has to stop. It destroys families and scars the children that witness the abuse.

What are we going to do??

What can we do? The  victim is never believed.  It must be her fault. Why did she not tell anyone? why did she stay? She’s not perfect.  He provides her a car  and a home, dinners out, lots of presents, and vacations.  She probably was a nag.

Women can be another woman’s worst enemy.  They judge, brag about their own perfect relationship, hide everything that’s not perfect and  pretend all day, that they are happy and loved by the best man in the world.  They resent the woman that tells their truth.  Please don’t talk about it anymore. It is embarrassing to hear her stories, no one wants to hear them.  We are sorry, but get past it.

I guess it is just one step at a time.  Small victories, until the huge victory happens and then we are vindicated.  He will be outed for his true self someday and that  day will happen.  When?

When  women are treated equal, I am afraid that it’s only in our dreams!