Today I think I realised something about my
abusive husband and I wanted to share in case it makes anyone else feel better like it did me.
I realised that it wasn’t an attack on me personally like it deeply felt. There wasn’t something about me in particular that was wrong, needed changing etc etc. It was just a man trying to empty an identity from a body to get less resistance. It was very un-personal. It wasn’t me who was the problem, I could have been anyone or anything. I could have been strong, weak, exactly matched to him, any quality would have needed to be muted. So it wasn’t personal. I couldn’t have spoken up more, loved him more, loved myself more as none of that would have made a difference, it was never about me. I don’t need to feel deeply hurt because it was never an attack on me. There was never actually anything wrong with me.
Abuse feels so personal, an attack on your qualities and identity, it left me feeling what was wrong with me, what could have been done different, why me. Nothing was wrong or right to be honest, my husband didn’t even acknowledge my identity to even dislike it, it just had to go so I could focus on him.