Abuse Hides in the Dark. Turn on Your Light.

Abuse Makes Me Wanna Be a Banshee

I am NOT whatever person my husband wants me to be. And because I am not (an can NEVER BE) a person who my husband has imagined, the abuse will continue.

I read that victims of abuse are not abused because of who we are. We’re abused because of who we are NOT. I am NOT whatever person my husband wants me to be or thinks I should be. And because I am not (and can NEVER BE) a person who my husband has imagined, the abuse will continue.

One of the horrific effects of being abused is that usually, the person doing the abusing is very important. We love them, or we need them (our husbands, parents, etc.). So we try desperately to be the person they expect. In the process, we lose and consideration for who we expect ourselves to become.

In the end, we don’t know who we are, who we want to be, or even who we could have been; the prospects for becoming someone (other than a failure) dims.

I want to be someone who is loved, valued and cherished by my husband. At one time, I didn’t care what I had to do for love; I’d do anything. Sexual acts that make me cry, feigning happiness so he isn’t embarrassed, trying things “his way” for “once”, keeping my mouth shut, trying to be less emotional, more focused, less conversational with my boys, … It’s painfully obvious that I am not loved by my husband, but why? I made the mistake of thinking something was wrong with me, missing in me, … I was not enough.

But remember, the person I’m trying so desperately to be loved by abuses me because of who I am NOT.

I am NOT his princess nor his ideal mommy. Sadly, I am NOT the woman he married either. Often, I am a crying, screaming, ranting, begging banshee who flies off the handle and cannot follow his tricky conversation. I need to be in a straight jacket. Seriously. He worries for our children’s futures as men because their mother is such a flake.

All I ever wanted to be was loved, honored, and cherished for who I was the day he married me and for who I had the capability of becoming.

Trust me, becoming a crying, screaming, ranting, begging banshee was not on my wish list of “people I most want to be when I grow up.”