I grew up with an abusive, alcoholic F. Ran away from home when I was 15, DM stayed married until he threatened to kill her. She got out safely a few years ago. This is all ancient history - I’m now in my mid 30s, had years of therapy and I’m now very happy and very happily married. F is still alive but we are NC.
I read an article today about a woman who killed her abusive husband. It brought back memories of how I wanted to kill my F because he was making me suffer so much. I must have been a young teenager when I took a great deal of comfort in fantasising about poisoning him. At the same time I knew I couldn’t go through with it because I understood my mum loved him at the time and also that it would ruin my life. I felt so trapped - I really wanted him gone.
It took a couple of decades for me to properly understand how twisted abuse can make you. As a maltreated child, my overwhelming emotion toward my F was a death wish for him. I should have loved him but I hated him instead.
I know nobody has answers and I’m not really looking for any - I just wanted a hand hold from someone who understands.