JadoreAdonai
October 14th, 2008, 12:51 AM
Hi all. I hope I'm not wrong for posting this question. Just, I'm really upset, and wanted some fellow believer's advice, maybe comfort?
My ex (hopefully soon to be ex husband) who abused me in every way, and whom thanks to, I lost my son to his equally abusive parents, still calls me from prison, and I stupidly keep taking his calls.
Before I escaped him and his country, and before I came to no longer being in love with him and no longer hoping for reconciliation because it's clear that is just not a possibility. Mostly because of his messed up mentality, persisting abusiveness, failure to accept responsibility, lack of maturity, and major lying and untrustworthiness. But also because thanks to stupidness, which including law breaking, I can't return to his country, and he can't return to mine.
Anyway. He called me tonight and after rehashing the whole he's a lying, untrustworthy abusive *bleep* who betrayed me royally, shattered my trust and pretty much screwed up my life majorly, oh and cost me tens of thousands of dollars. He expects me to believe he still and always has loved me and always will, and that there's still hope for me and him.
Here's what really got to me tonight though. He basically said that I put too much on his shoulders. That I expected too much of him, and that basically it's all on me and that I wouldn't be so devastated if only I hadn't put so much trust and faith into him, and expected as much from him as I did, which according to him was too much.
So, tell me, was I truly wrong for expecting that the supposed "on fire for the Lord Christian" man I married, my husband, would actually be that, which is what he presented himself as? Was I truly wrong to expect that he would treat me with respect, kindness, and gentleness? That he wouldn't abuse me in every way like he did? That he would keep his word when he said he would work and I could stay home and take care of him, the house, and any children? That I not have to endure being made homeless? That he not make me fear for my well being, for my physical safety?
Was it truly wrong for me to expect that I could share with him anything, or everything, and trust implicitly that my husband, NOT reveal it ALL to others, especially in such a way that made me look like the abusive one, also crazy, evil, to the point that it caused people who barely spent any time around me, don't really know the good person I am, to hate me? Was I truly wrong for hoping he would be happy I conceived our child, after I was set on adoption instead, but gave in to please him because he really wanted biological children, but after I got pregnant, he seemed completely uninterested in our baby, and actually seemed to resent me for it. Was I truly wrong for hoping he would man up to his abuse, instead of pointing fingers at me, and laying out all my faults, and blaming me and insinuating we'd be fine if only I, not him, got help. Was I truly wrong for thinking he would work his butt off to keep me, to keep our baby, and to prevent the destruction of our marriage, our family?
Did I really put too much on his shoulders? Did I really expect too much of him?
I'm the one who feels like I got run over by many steam rollers driven by many hearltess people. And feel like I've gotten no real empathy or sympathy for what I went through not just these past two years, but my whole life. I've never had any real, deep, lasting support or encouragment. Instead I've been run over, broken into pieces, and always I'm expected to put myself back together and try to assemble some sort of life all on my own. I have no money, I've been waiting for a divorce for over a year and it's costing thousands and thousands of dollars I don't have, that my mother has only so far, paid the retainer fee, and not obligingly either, and she's refusing to pay whatever else I owe, as I haven't gotten a latest bill.
I lost my son. My home. My pets. All my belongings. I have no friends. No church here I can attend. Aside from one brother who ignores us, my family has no clue about what it means to be saved.
I know life isn't meant to be fair, but it sure hurts to get a huge lot of unfairness. It upsets me how blame keeps being laid on my door as though I have total control over everything that happens in my life, as though I had the power to influence my life and if only I'd what, waved my magic wand, it would have been better? Alot of things were out of my control, and made my life harder than it is for alot of other people. Circumstances just aren't always what a person needs.
My husband just has to sit in jail for another 5 months, for things not even related to the abuse he did to me, and then he gets out and his family welcomes him with open arms and he'll get to be the occassional father to my son, a son my husband didn't care about when I was pregnant, and who he didn't care about fighting for once social nazis got involved. While I'm completely alienated from my son. I'm not even offered the decency of pictures of my baby. He doesn't know me, doesn't even know his real name. :ohno
I'm sorry this is long. I hope someone read this and can offer me some advice, some kind words, a hug. I am so fed up with this world, I'm so hurt, and just want someone, other than Jesus, to love me, and want me, and treat me with respect, kindness, gentleness. Do I expect too much? :confused:
My ex (hopefully soon to be ex husband) who abused me in every way, and whom thanks to, I lost my son to his equally abusive parents, still calls me from prison, and I stupidly keep taking his calls.
Before I escaped him and his country, and before I came to no longer being in love with him and no longer hoping for reconciliation because it's clear that is just not a possibility. Mostly because of his messed up mentality, persisting abusiveness, failure to accept responsibility, lack of maturity, and major lying and untrustworthiness. But also because thanks to stupidness, which including law breaking, I can't return to his country, and he can't return to mine.
Anyway. He called me tonight and after rehashing the whole he's a lying, untrustworthy abusive *bleep* who betrayed me royally, shattered my trust and pretty much screwed up my life majorly, oh and cost me tens of thousands of dollars. He expects me to believe he still and always has loved me and always will, and that there's still hope for me and him.
Here's what really got to me tonight though. He basically said that I put too much on his shoulders. That I expected too much of him, and that basically it's all on me and that I wouldn't be so devastated if only I hadn't put so much trust and faith into him, and expected as much from him as I did, which according to him was too much.
So, tell me, was I truly wrong for expecting that the supposed "on fire for the Lord Christian" man I married, my husband, would actually be that, which is what he presented himself as? Was I truly wrong to expect that he would treat me with respect, kindness, and gentleness? That he wouldn't abuse me in every way like he did? That he would keep his word when he said he would work and I could stay home and take care of him, the house, and any children? That I not have to endure being made homeless? That he not make me fear for my well being, for my physical safety?
Was it truly wrong for me to expect that I could share with him anything, or everything, and trust implicitly that my husband, NOT reveal it ALL to others, especially in such a way that made me look like the abusive one, also crazy, evil, to the point that it caused people who barely spent any time around me, don't really know the good person I am, to hate me? Was I truly wrong for hoping he would be happy I conceived our child, after I was set on adoption instead, but gave in to please him because he really wanted biological children, but after I got pregnant, he seemed completely uninterested in our baby, and actually seemed to resent me for it. Was I truly wrong for hoping he would man up to his abuse, instead of pointing fingers at me, and laying out all my faults, and blaming me and insinuating we'd be fine if only I, not him, got help. Was I truly wrong for thinking he would work his butt off to keep me, to keep our baby, and to prevent the destruction of our marriage, our family?
Did I really put too much on his shoulders? Did I really expect too much of him?
I'm the one who feels like I got run over by many steam rollers driven by many hearltess people. And feel like I've gotten no real empathy or sympathy for what I went through not just these past two years, but my whole life. I've never had any real, deep, lasting support or encouragment. Instead I've been run over, broken into pieces, and always I'm expected to put myself back together and try to assemble some sort of life all on my own. I have no money, I've been waiting for a divorce for over a year and it's costing thousands and thousands of dollars I don't have, that my mother has only so far, paid the retainer fee, and not obligingly either, and she's refusing to pay whatever else I owe, as I haven't gotten a latest bill.
I lost my son. My home. My pets. All my belongings. I have no friends. No church here I can attend. Aside from one brother who ignores us, my family has no clue about what it means to be saved.
I know life isn't meant to be fair, but it sure hurts to get a huge lot of unfairness. It upsets me how blame keeps being laid on my door as though I have total control over everything that happens in my life, as though I had the power to influence my life and if only I'd what, waved my magic wand, it would have been better? Alot of things were out of my control, and made my life harder than it is for alot of other people. Circumstances just aren't always what a person needs.
My husband just has to sit in jail for another 5 months, for things not even related to the abuse he did to me, and then he gets out and his family welcomes him with open arms and he'll get to be the occassional father to my son, a son my husband didn't care about when I was pregnant, and who he didn't care about fighting for once social nazis got involved. While I'm completely alienated from my son. I'm not even offered the decency of pictures of my baby. He doesn't know me, doesn't even know his real name. :ohno
I'm sorry this is long. I hope someone read this and can offer me some advice, some kind words, a hug. I am so fed up with this world, I'm so hurt, and just want someone, other than Jesus, to love me, and want me, and treat me with respect, kindness, gentleness. Do I expect too much? :confused: