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There isn't a thing that written that I haven't expressed to him time and again. It doesn't matter if I cry, beg, scream, or speak calmly. It's as though my words go in one ear, and right out the other. He doesn't hear me when I talk to him, just like he chooses not to hear me when he is physically hurting me during sex. For one reason or another, he blocks me out. He doesn't want to hear what I have to say any more than he wants to listen to what the Word of God has to say about the way he treats me. From time to time he will seem repentant and will try to change for a week or two. When it wears on him, then he swings to the opposite extreme, being downright cruel.
I know that my husband is a good man at heart. I know that he really wants what is best for me. However, there are times when I do not know him. I can look in his face, and there is a stranger looking back at me, not giving a damn about me. It's similar to when he loses his temper and all hell breaks loose. When he is angry like that, all I can do is find a place to get away from him, not that I worry that he would hurt me too bad physically, but because it scares the hell out of me when I can't see him in there.
I know that I'm depressed right now. *nods* I could feel it as soon as it came on, and I've been struggling to see clearly through it since. I was fine right up until the time that he tried to rip my shirt out of my hands. When I snapped, something went wrong. I don't handle being treated roughly very well since I was knocked around quite a bit as a child, and beat senseless as a teenager. As soon as my husband is rough with me, wether it be to fight with me to get a piece of clothing off, or to make the mistake of slaping me, it triggers something unpleasant.
I'll admit that I'm not thinking straight. I'll tell ya, there are times when I want him to be healed, and times like this, when I'm not sure that I care. I prefer to be wallowing in sadness, because at least then I'm not bristling with rage. The thoughts that I've had are not healthy for either one of us, and I don't know who I am trying to protect more by separating myself from him and the situation right now. I'm afraid that if he pushes me, I might actually lash out at him. There is a part of me that wants him to hurt desperately for every time that he hurts me. I wanted to hurt him when tried to get my shirt off against my will. I wanted to hurt him real bad. Sometimes I just shake with it, and I can't sleep at night because I seeth with anger. It makes me real unstable, and I fight to find a way to let it go, and when I can't, I turn it in on myself. After all, I can't allow him to see me crying. He never understands and acts as though I am just being mental and he loses his temper with me for it. It leaves me short on outlets. Besides, if I cry, he might have an attack of compassion and believe that maybe, just maybe he has some part in our problems. Remember, avoidance is his key for dealing with everything. If he turns his back on it, if he turns his back on me, then it all goes away.
I must be a desperately sick [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] to keep going back for more, since I can predict with near 100% accuracy how he will react when I reach out to him. It's obvious that I must love humiliation, eh? After all, what idiot goes back again, and again, and again, knowing that they are going to be ignored or ridiculed? He never leaves me in peace though. I know that I'm not supposed to deny him, but I have. There are times when I try to protect myself, and I pull back from him and won't be sexually intimate. As soon as I don't want it, he comes to me and tries to manipulate me. The only time I didn't give in, used me against my will. I don't know what he wants from me at all.
I know that my husband is a good man at heart. I know that he really wants what is best for me. However, there are times when I do not know him. I can look in his face, and there is a stranger looking back at me, not giving a damn about me. It's similar to when he loses his temper and all hell breaks loose. When he is angry like that, all I can do is find a place to get away from him, not that I worry that he would hurt me too bad physically, but because it scares the hell out of me when I can't see him in there.
I know that I'm depressed right now. *nods* I could feel it as soon as it came on, and I've been struggling to see clearly through it since. I was fine right up until the time that he tried to rip my shirt out of my hands. When I snapped, something went wrong. I don't handle being treated roughly very well since I was knocked around quite a bit as a child, and beat senseless as a teenager. As soon as my husband is rough with me, wether it be to fight with me to get a piece of clothing off, or to make the mistake of slaping me, it triggers something unpleasant.
I'll admit that I'm not thinking straight. I'll tell ya, there are times when I want him to be healed, and times like this, when I'm not sure that I care. I prefer to be wallowing in sadness, because at least then I'm not bristling with rage. The thoughts that I've had are not healthy for either one of us, and I don't know who I am trying to protect more by separating myself from him and the situation right now. I'm afraid that if he pushes me, I might actually lash out at him. There is a part of me that wants him to hurt desperately for every time that he hurts me. I wanted to hurt him when tried to get my shirt off against my will. I wanted to hurt him real bad. Sometimes I just shake with it, and I can't sleep at night because I seeth with anger. It makes me real unstable, and I fight to find a way to let it go, and when I can't, I turn it in on myself. After all, I can't allow him to see me crying. He never understands and acts as though I am just being mental and he loses his temper with me for it. It leaves me short on outlets. Besides, if I cry, he might have an attack of compassion and believe that maybe, just maybe he has some part in our problems. Remember, avoidance is his key for dealing with everything. If he turns his back on it, if he turns his back on me, then it all goes away.
I must be a desperately sick [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] to keep going back for more, since I can predict with near 100% accuracy how he will react when I reach out to him. It's obvious that I must love humiliation, eh? After all, what idiot goes back again, and again, and again, knowing that they are going to be ignored or ridiculed? He never leaves me in peace though. I know that I'm not supposed to deny him, but I have. There are times when I try to protect myself, and I pull back from him and won't be sexually intimate. As soon as I don't want it, he comes to me and tries to manipulate me. The only time I didn't give in, used me against my will. I don't know what he wants from me at all.
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