The First Step Was Mine

I only suffered physical abuse once in my marriage, but once was enough to gain understanding of what it feels like to be a victim. Nothing could have convinced me to remain in that relationship if such actions had become common-place.
But I did allow and absorb tons of mental abuse before putting a stop to it in 1993.
Ugly words were effective weapons for twenty years. Silencing them was one kind of struggle, quieting their echo was another. Belittling by a loved one slices soul-deep. Scar tissue from such injuries does not even begin forming until the abuse ends. A smart verbal abuser keeps old wounds raw, while constantly making fresh ones.
I finally rejected the distorted image created by my abuser. I recreated myself from the inside out then painted a picture for him in bright colors, seeing my true reflextion in his eyes was a just reward for all my trouble. Ten years of happiness excused it all. But the first step was mine.

THINK ABOUT IT

LET IT GROW

THEN DECIDE

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