Celebrating birthdays is one thing I struggle a lot with. This all changed yesterday.
Abuse Recovery - Celebrating
During the years of being a single mom, my kid’s birthdays tended to come with extra things to do, budget constraints, and my sheer exhaustion. Sometimes it was so hard to pull together the energy and money to be supportive especially since the value of celebrating a birthday had been stripped from me.
My current husband always made a big deal out of his children’s birthdays. His parents make a big deal out of all the children and grandchildren’s birthdays. So, by default, I started getting exposed to the idea of celebrating someone’s birthday. The events seemed like an excuse to gather, but the significance was always lost to me.
Last night my three children and husband took me to Cracker Barrel for dinner to celebrate my birthday. This was after all my new-found Facebook friends I have met during the past few months wished me a happy birthday on Facebook. Additionally, people from work were calling or texting me Happy Birthday. What was going on?
The love I felt being with my children and husband made me start to cry. They were really in the moment just to show their love and support for everything that I had done for them and with them. We laughed, joked, and reminisced about some funny memories.
My children and husband gathered around to celebrate me. Co-workers and friends valued my time with them. Overwhelming to say the least.
As I was getting ready for bed, the quiet voice in my head reminded me that God loves me and that I am important to Him. The quiet voice reminded me that it is for His glory that I was born. I realized there was a reason to acknowledge the day I was born so many years ago.
The best birthday gift of all? Stripping away my abuser’s power over me during all the remainder birthdays I have left. I look forward to celebrating in 364 days!!
Hi, I'm Sue
Welcome to my blog! I served twenty-one honorable years on active duty, living a double life of capability and accomplishment in the service while enduring brutality and abusiveness in my twenty-one year oppressive marriage. Today I'm happily married and have three children who are my inspiration and motivation.
My goal is to help combat the lies of abusers with the truth of God. I hope you find my words to be healing and helpful through your own life experiences.
Being separated from my abusive husband didn't make me a domestic violence survivor. It surely didn't release me from the grip of his brainwashing control and the innate power he had on me.
Read the full raw story in my new book, Rock Bottom and Faithless.