Showing posts with label divorce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label divorce. Show all posts

14 December 2011

RemembeRED: Cleaning House



It was December 2001 and that was when I started to "clean house".

J was in jail, sitting on warrants out for his arrest, for unpaid support.

This was the third time. I couldn't afford to keep bailing him out, especially when we was running from the law (all of which I didn't know until AFTER the wedding!).

I got pissed. I was upset. I was angry. I cried. I screamed. I hated him. I was mad at what he did to me. I was mad for what he did to our family. I was hurt. I started packing boxes, filling then with everything that belonged to him. I piled everything in the back of his van. In the boxes, just to be mean (kinda), I threw in a couple of our wedding invitations, just for the "turning the knife" factor.

I then spoke with the attorney on New Year's Eve, signed on the lines, and they served him the papers while he sat in jail. I had my doubts, I had my fears, I didn't trust him, but his van was packed, his stuff was out of my house, and the keys were in the vehicle, waiting for him to drive away.



06 December 2011

On a more serious note...

What is the difference between a victim and a survivor?

Have you ever thought about that?

When you think of domestic violence, does it only make you think of the physical side of it, or do you think about the mental, emotional, and verbal sides?

The reason this post came up this morning is because I was getting ready for work this morning and my mom asked me if I remember this woman I only met a few times... D. Yes, I remember her. She is the wife of a friend of ours. D was always a quiet, smiling woman, who loved her daughters and dotted over her new grandbabies. Her husband was the same - but there was another side to him.

I guess, when you are around these "type of people", you tend to be more keen on the senses. You can sense the darkness in them. You notice the control side of them. You can just tell that there is something more, but you never can tell for sure. It's kind of an instinct. You don't mention it and you don't ask about it, but you do feel it... it kinda makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Anyway, I have known D's husband several years and used to run into him often - his wife was either working or home. He was always in the public eye. I always felt something strange about him - like it's his way or no way... kind of a sense of control. I never knew why, but you gotta go with your gut.

Anyway, this morning my mom told me that D and her husband were getting a divorce, after just building a brand new house and she had received a huge promotion at work.

I guess it came down to serious physical violence. He beat her so bad that he broke several bones and busted her jaw. She is finally filing for divorce.

The discussion I had with my mom this morning made my skin crawl with goosebumps and it's amazing how these things happen.

I guess that is how you can tell a victim from a survivor.  We are all victims, no matter what type of abuse. Some of us remain victims, out of love, loyalty, or even fear. Those of us who are survivors are the ones who stand up and make a difference. We try to get out, we get out, we make the life-altering change, and some of the survivors we hear about are still survivors, even though they die trying to escape.

Domestic violence, no matter what kind, or what the extreme, is unhealthy. It will never go away and it will never get better.

If you are a victim, get help... before it's too late.
If you're a survivor... tell your story. Help others.
Don't be afraid to get help, because that could be the difference between life and death.

07 November 2011

RemembeRed - week of 11.07.11

Write on Edge: RemembeRED

But in the spirit of relationships that we all knew wouldn’t work, we’d like for you to write about one you knew was doomed from the start... DOOMED!!!

The relationship was mine. I found that you truly do not know everything about a person until you have said those two little worlds “I Do” and then everything seems to take a turn from there.


Before we were married, he was a great person, caring, loving, giving, and respectful. Once we were married, my world spun counter-clockwise. I found out that he had a problem with gambling and bookies. He also had problems with illegal and prescription drugs. Oh, yes, and let us not forget the parole agent and the local police department, and the county jail system.

Had I known… I may have taken a different path in my life, at that point, but then again, maybe I wouldn’t have. I have learned what to do, what not to do, how to handle myself, how to stay a strong mom, how to stand up for myself, and how to be the best I can be.

The lesson I learned was a difficult one, but one that so many others have learned from also.

11 October 2011

10 things NOT to ask your spouse…


Let’s see, I’ve been married and divorced… so this should be a rather easy list, but then again… (this is not in any specific order…)

1. Can you please pick your dirty clothes up off the floor?
2. When are you going to mow the lawn?
3. Can I borrow some money?
4. Do we have to have pizza again tonight?
5. When you spill, can you please clean it up?
6. What time will you be home?
7. You spent HOW MUCH?!
8. Do you really need another tool?
9. Can you please take out the garbage?
10. What would possess you to do something so stupid????
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