I hope this poem helps someone. The thing that caused me the most doubts when trying to decide whether to leave my EA partner was that he never physically hit me, I thought no one would get it or that people would think I was ove reacting. But I was wrong and am overwhelmed by how understanding people have been. I never thought that would happen. Thankyou
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For years I've felt shame,
Carried his blame.
But was he in the wrong?
He never hit me.
The beginning was elation.
He set aside all hesitation.
So why do I hurt?
It's not like he hit me.
Watching my every move,
Interrogating my every mood.
He was so concerned about my well being
And he never hit me.
"Do this. It will make me happy."
"Why would you be cruel and make me unhappy?"
I did it.
And he didn't need to hit me.
I surrendered my basic rights
To avoid another 3-day fight.
He did do a lot for me,
and he never hit me.
His rules orchestrated my war
"Don't wear that, you look like a whore"
But, it can have been that bad
He never hit me.
Bad wife, bad friend,
Bad daughter, bad mother.
I was so bad I'd never find another.
I'd have probably deserved it if he had hit me...
But, then out of darkness a lioness emerged.
Purred away the fog in which I'd be submerged.
You still carry scars
if he never hit you.
Every insult, every demand,
Everything I had to fix.
Was all borne of cowardice
and his perceived state of bliss.
In which I was submissive and
gracious and calm.
In accepting my punishments,
tolerating grievous harm.
... So, today, with help,
I am healing these welts
And I consider
Isn't it a wonder I never hit him?
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The thing that caused me the most doubts when trying to decide whether to leave my EA partner was that he never physically hit me. I used to think that I was overreacting because it's not like I was ever physically beaten up - so what I was going through was nothing major by comparison to some other poor women (and men) out there.
But I have now discovered that people do get it . You don't need to show bruises in order for people to understand. I am being supported by police, local services and friends and fam.
I have turned to mn during this process and you have all been simply incredible at helping me open my eyes to this vile man |I was living with. One who criticized, belittled, coerced and controlled because he thought he was entitled to have all of me and give nothing back but pain and transactional affection.
Writing silly poems to help me figure out moments like this. It's certainly not a masterpiece. But if it helps someone else figure things out then that would be something.