I haven’t gotten to this part of the memoir I’m writing yet, but something is compelling me to post this now, because I feel there is someone out there who needs to hear this, so here goes:
When I was very young (early 20s) I was in a horribly abusive relationship. As an example, one time he was out drinking with friends and came home and woke me up by *punching me in the head* “because he knew what I was going to say.” Another time I was at the end of the hall while he took pictures down from the hallway wall and hurled them at me. These are just two of many examples.
I finally left after I was coming home from work one evening and something told me to look in the window before going in. And when I looked in the window I saw him sitting on the couch with his shotgun trained at the door.
My point is I got out. And I made something of my life. And if you are in an abusive relationship – whether you are a woman or a man, whether your abuser is a man or a woman – I understand. I see you. And, please, please, get out. No matter how hard it is to get out – it’s never really as hard as staying. You deserve to not be abused. This post isn’t about me, it’s about *you*.
P.S. Even though I haven’t written the chapter about this yet, I have written 13 chapters of my memoir so far, which I’m writing and publishing online, chapter at a time. It is *free*. If you want to read it you can do that at the link in the first comment.
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