I am afraid of my husband.
In my last post, I touched on anger and abuse. Today, I want to address fear.
I am afraid of my husband.
I never, ever thought I’d utter those words. But as the memories of abuse flood me, that fear is real.
Why? He never hit me.
I told him the other day I wish he had.
If my monster had hit me 21 years ago when he was on what we now know call his “Narcissistic Bender,” I would have taken our kids and left. Never, ever would I allow a man to hit me. Ever.
If my monster had hit me, I wouldn’t have endured years of verbal and emotional abuse.
For that, I am so very, very angry at him.
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