My husband didn’t hit me because I fed him pasta, despite what his aunties said. My husband didn’t beat me almost to death because I didn’t clean the house well enough. He didn’t beat me because I refused to sleep with him – that wasn’t an issue, he just raped me anyway. My husband didn’t hit me because I wasn’t submissive enough: I went from the bubbly energetic woman he married, full of life and vigor and hope, to a shadow of myself, my head barely raised, my voice hardly used, I flinched at my own physicality, I was told to walk behind him, not next to him. I stopped complaining, I stopped being the loud western woman. He still beat me, in fact he beat me harder than before, spurred on by my quietude, enjoying the fruits of his labor of his life’s work of destroying me, piece by piece.
My husband didn’t hit me because I was a bad mother, I was devoted, attentive and doting. My husband sometimes hit me because he wanted the attention I poured into HIS children. My husband didn’t hit me because I was a bad cook. I learnt how to make his favorite dishes, things alien to me, and he ate first, he ate everything he wanted, while I starved. The children were secondary to him. Want formula to top up the baby’s milk? Give him a blow job, or forget it, baby can starve. Want diapers for your two week old baby, open your legs Anata, and give me your Manko, or I’ll take it anyway, doesn’t matter if you are bleeding and hurt, I don’t care. Just had a baby? Nothing to do with me. Give me or I’ll take and I won’t be kind.
Why my husband hit me? It wasn’t because I cheated: I never left the house. He would accuse me of flirting with his friends, and when I became cool and distant, I was accused of not being nice enough to them. Why my husband hit me! If I was silent, I was a bitch, if I spoke, I was a nag, a harridan. I learnt the Japanese words for witch, bitch, nag, and wild and free like a horse. I was Wagamama, and it was not a good thing.
So why did my husband hit me? Because he could. He hit me because he could and no one would do anything to stop him. He hit me because he hated his life, because he was stressed at work, and I was stress relief. He hit me because he had a strain of evil running through him. He used to tell me someone was sitting on his shoulders, whipping him. It was a ploy to excuse himself, not some ghost from the graveyard at Obon. It was his better Angel that he chose to ignore.
Why did my husband hit me? Because he hated his mother, who was mentally ill and was not a good mother to him. He hit me because he liked the feeling of his fist against my flesh, he smashed my head in to exorcise some rage that didn’t belong to me. All the reasons he hit me, were all things to do with him. Not one of them were to do with me.
I read today some PRICK of an actor voiced an opinion that women were to blame for men’s violence against them. It made my gorge rise in my throat. I felt personally attacked. I felt hurt, I felt panicked. What man might decide next that I’ve done something to make them hit me? Would one of you men tell me what I can do to stop being hit again? I am old, and I hurt, I have so many old injuries which were too bad to heal well, that were too extreme not to be permanent. I don’t see so good on the left side. I can’t hear on that side either. My left leg is a disaster, my left shoulder pops out of it’s joint. I’ve arthritis in broken fingers and wrists. I’m scarred like a soldier from knives. I’m missing hair where it was torn out of my scalp.
Why did my husband hit me? Because Patriarchy. Because Him. Because NOT ME.
you’re a fighter, too.
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I’m so sorry. You had to go through any of this EVERR!!! Your free NOW!!! thank you for your honesty. Your stronger than EVER!!! Xoxo
Hello Sweetie! I am free, not quite totally fixed life, but safe. Thank you for being my friend, I appreciate you, Jackie. 🌸🌺🌸🤍
Always here. Xoxo. Appreciate you more.
I’m sorry.
I’m proud of you for both surviving and escaping!
One of the other people I follow, Omatra7, also escaped an abusive relationship. Her divorce became final last week. She’s still fighting his lies to reach a settlement… traumatized every time she has to see him at court but determined not to let him win.
Im not going to be able to be in the same courtroom as him. I am too scared. It wouldn’t be appropriate. He refuses to divorce me. Im sorry Omatra7 was forced into the same room as her abuser. Me and Boy are quite happy, just the two of us! Much Love! Thank you! Kisses to the kitties!
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Oh…come on now…I think I won! I am alive…I have my Boy. I have a delightful breakfast waiting for me…and lunch…and supper. No one is hurting me. I feel like a winner!
I don’t even know what to say. You are more than a strong one, you are a super woman. Please continue to be strong for your children and for yourself. Some people are just cruel and are in constant search of who to blame or unleash their pent up vitriols on.
Solidarity! Murrian, I don’t know if I am strong, or perhaps stupid. It didn’t occur to me to allow him to win. Sometimes I won by being very quiet, very submissive, very much not like me. To even get out of the country I had to be a non-person, so he would trust me to go visit his family member with my babies. Some people are cruel, but why are those cruel people so almost always men? Thank you so much for reading, and for your support.
Continue to be strong. You will conquer.
I do my best! Thank you!
While my battle was nowhere near the level of yours, I have the understanding that comes from my perspective. You are strong, and in your words I hear your roar.
Thank you, Rebecca. I am sorry you suffered too, that makes me very sad. I’ll happily roar with you anytime!
I am so happy that you found a way out and are in a safe place. So sorry you had to experience such brutality. Just like the body, the mind will heal as well, give it time to settle and realize that you are now safe. Thank you for honestly sharing your story. It takes a lot of strength to talk about but can hopefully impact someone that is in a similar situation. Lots of love to you.❤️
Thank you! I hope that it helps another woman realize they can get safe, even in the most impossible of circumstances. Have a great day Graceofthesun!
I can feel your power in your words. 💚
Thank you Teresa. I really appreciate you reading.🤍🌺