One afternoon my daughter was running out of diapers so I called my abuser. It had been days since he had stopped by but maybe he’d bring his daughter some diapers? Boldly, I took a chance at calling him knowing full well his way of handling his daughters’ health situation was to drink and ignore us.
I can still feel the sting as I relive the obscenity-filled NO that came across through my cell phone. No, I am not driving over there (5 miles away) with diapers. His tone was so degrading. He ended with a stern “figure this out yourself” as he hung up the phone.
Imagine my embarrassment as I had to ask one of my daughter’s nurses working 12-hour shifts to please pick up diapers for me prior to coming back for tomorrow’s shift.
Faith and Domestic Violence - Asking for Help
Do It Yourself
Years and years of my abuser telling me no; do it yourself; I am not going to help you; stop bothering me; and it’s all your fault so clean up your mess yourself left me convinced I needed to do everything on my own.
Asking for help will always be hard for me, yet...
I am now twelve years removed from my abuser and asking for help still lingers as a challenge for me.
Here is what I have learned:
Please comment below any lies you are struggling with,
Blessings to all,
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.