Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Typical Tuesday

Nabal called while I was in a store and phone in the car. Called back around 8:30. No answer.

Got home a little later to ground beef setting out on the counter, and the house filled with snores of a passed out drunk. A left him to his stupor after our son took a very drunk Pablito home.

Nabal: The fox ate my rooster. I'm not letting the chickens out again.

Me: Sorry, you have to put them up in the evening.

Nabal: I work so much. I work late and don't get home in time.

I replied something...don't remember.

Nabal: I was sitting in my truck and saw the fox.

Me: Why didn't you put them up?

Nabal: It was day. Just before the sun goes down.

Me: Better known a evening...

Nabal: oh.

Sitting in his truck equals drinking. Too drunk to take care of his animals... Why none of us encourage him. He wants animals, he just wants others to care for them so he can play with then when he's drunk.

Did anyone else notice the attempted sidestep away from responsibility?

Monday, October 27, 2014

Why Doesn't She Leave?

So many ask this puzzling question. The whole Pistorius trial, verdict, and new admissions from his girlfriend's mother force my hand to write. She was leaving. He killed her. In domestic violence statistics, 75% of deaths happen when the victim tries to end the relationship or leave.

In my area there have been two deaths related to domestic violence within a month of one another. The first- murder suicide involving the wife and three daughters murdered and the husband committing suicide once he concluded. The next- a wife murdered.

I think back to the family methodically murdered all because the woman's sister did leave an abusive marriage. The husband wanted to know her whereabouts. Did he want to send her her things? Probably wanted to bring her back or kill her if she wouldn't.

Do you realize that as far back as the early 80's shelters forbid victims telling their families their location? Not because they thought family would turn on them. They knew these abusers would threaten and intimidate to find their victim.

I had friends who worked at shelters. They told stories of holding off abusers outside of shelters until the police got there. They were there to take their property back where it belonged.

A friend I finally told the extent of my fears told me of a woman she once worked with. Many moons ago she worked at a factory. They had an odd woman who worked with them- always the first out, sometimes she looked roughed up but she kept to herself and no one knew her well. She never attended office parties, leaving hurriedly at quitting time. One day she, not realizing it was not a work day, came in on some social day. She finally talked. Telling everyone what her home life was- her husbands drove her to, and picked her up from work. If she were a minute late, she was harranged and beaten. He threatened her about making friends of any sort. That old echo came forward: Why don't you leave? Her reply was that her husband told her often that if she even looked like she wanted to leave...he'd kill their children.

Her coworkers became true friends. They made sure she got out on time each and every day. One day her husband had done sort of accident and was hospitalized. She took her opportunity and escaped with her children. The husband came around questioning everyone, but she moved to another part of the country.

A friends husband was in his 40's confronted by the mother who abandoned him. It was his farther's funeral. He had never spoken of her. Did not want to hear anything his sisters had to say about her. At this, his father's funeral, his sister was insistent. The woman cried telling him how she had escaped and could only save herself. She didn't worry for his safety because he was the apple of his father's eye, but the man had tried to kill her on two occasions. The final time pushing her down a flight of steps, then complained that she wouldn't die. He told her he would try again. He finally understood and healed that which was broken inside.

I saw comments following the deaths of the local women. Why didn't she just leave? She could have saved herself by leaving. Stop treating these women as victims! Stop telling them they are victims! If they would just grow a pair and stand up to these men... My mom stayed and made my life hell. She left after I left the house. Why did she wait so long? I hate my mother for staying and putting up with that crap.

I feel for any kid raised with this... They don't know. The abuser usually doesn't tell the kids they will kill them if mommy doesn't behave... Divide and conquer is their motto. Everyone had to hate or see the victim as a fool or crazy. You're eating out of their hand. You're their ally.

Why doesn't she just leave? That gut level feeling that tells you there will be no letting go. No calmly accepting reality. Remember, they have a different reality than you or I. That gut level feeling, verified by remembrances, small flashes...promises, that your going would 'force' the abuser to switch gears. Leave? You? No. If they decide to leave...it's their prerogative, but not you.

The woman killed by a husband who never raised a finger to her. He had 'only' emotionally and verbally abused her...until she said she was leaving.

I remember years ago needing to write a paper. I gathered information on domestic abuse. The topic choice was the necessity of a topic and to find a way to help a friend. It made my head hurt. All I could gather was that until the woman was ready, there was nothing anyone could really do. I became frustrated and scrapped the paper. Why doesn't she just leave?! I couldn't fathom it. I knew him. I knew his deeds. Whenever I met him...he was the epitome I'd charm. Lying through his teeth, he sounded so convincing. They are so very hard to read... Knowing the truth and hearing the lies...I found it terribly hard to reconcile. My gosh she was so close...how the heck could she? (did I even then see a resemblance?)

Why doesn't she leave? We fear death!

Not many walk towards death with light feet. For some there is love mixed with fear. For others love lefty when vision cleared, but fear of death...fear of pain, loss of children's lives, and back to death. Leaving can easily equal suicide mission.

Many are sure they could never be caught in such a relationship. Maybe we were already broken, maybe not. Who rushes headlong to death? No sane person.

We fear death.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Wednesday

What a delusional man. Nabal just called all happy saying we slept together last night... What actually happened: I went to sleep around midnight. At some point Nabal stumbled downstairs in the dark sat on the sofa (very large wrap around) and passed out. I remember pushing him off my foot. I woke early in the morning hours to find he had knocked my suitcase down, but was gone.

So he left his phone laying around. Mary, Mary...does your beau know you send your pics to a drunk? Church folks? Lol, he sends 'pin up' type pictures from hotel rooms.

What we learned here- if you sleep in the same room with another person...you have slept with them. Omg, no more sleeping on planes!

Well another birthday...and I still haven't celebrated my 50th. Nabal is so bummed I'll be working...my foot!

And yet another person asks if I have an insurance policy on him. Need to look into that.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Wednesday

How is this man not dead from alcohol poisoning?!

Last night: beer (enough to make him wabble), all but 3 fingers of a bottle of Stoli blueberri vodka (which was full)

Evidently this past weekend:
Beer to drunkenness, Jager and red bull, then Nyquil trying to sleep.

I can honestly say I would have had to have been hospitalized.

Both mornings, he got up and went to work...on time. Yet again, how does he do that?

Monday, October 6, 2014

Monday

I've started keeping my phone on airplane mode to stop sloppy drink calling evenings and all hours of the night.

Nabal calls:

Nabal: How are you?
Me: Fine. Tired. It's raining pretty bad and slow going.

Nabal: No rain here. You're sleeping in my bed tonight yes?
Me: What?

Nabal: You, me, in my bed. Our, your bed. You sleep with me.
Me: Don't think so.

Nabal: So that's a yes. Right?
Me: No.

Nabal: Yes, you and me in bed tonight.

I just hung up. It's an old broken record...CD. His only topic. I say no...and he just keeps on trying to convince me I am, should...whatever. Saying yes. Another mind game? Why of course. Scary- he's convinced I'll say yes some day. You know...see the light. What would he do if I got my Abby truly together and ended it all?

A woman I work with missed a day this weekend. I just found out she was beaten by her boyfriend. She lives there with get two girls. He I'd neither child's father. She recently moved in for financial reasons. She says she'll leave I'd he every beats her up again... I remember that she said he wakes her when he comes in drunk- for sex. She drives him to some sport he plays, because he lost his license- DUI. He's emotionally abusive. All get friends at work told her to move in. They've dated off and on for years. They are made for each other. I saw reticence in her before she moved in. Another woman who escaped an abusive relationship advised her against it...but that poor woman had other messed up issues. We folks with messed up issues can see it in other people. Caution them...but because we are so needed up ourselves...no one listens.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Am I Missing Something...?

Nabal: You work so much... When are we going to be able to spend some time just for us? Let's go to Florida. I want to see Miami! We need time together because I love you.

Ok... Years ago maybe. With all that has transpired...not interested at all. I am just amazed. He did say some time ago that I just needed to get over everything and start over. Umm...no. He acts jovial and yet at the same time pushes possession. Trying to touch, even touch that seems innocent yet is invasive. Announcing- You are my wife. You, all of you belongs to me. But its like he's instructing a child...

Why the f#ing head games? Divorce was once on the table. Guess he thought it was a scare tactic...that blew up in his face!

It's the whole possession thing that really bothers me. Let's see... A possession doesn't get to call it quits. A possession can be used however the owner sees fit. A possession when it no longer works correctly...can be disposed of. That last one... Scary sh#t! These are the guys that cajole, humor, whatever...until one makes a stand and says its completely over. Then they turn into who they really are. Anger exudes and folks get hurt. Family, friends and the 'possession' itself.

No, I have no plans of spending any romantic weekends reconnecting with Nabal. It just amazes me how he turns on a dime. I don't even like to break bread with him. Every talk is one directional with him- Towards a bed and sex. He believes his own hype. I've let him down. I was the reason for his...how shall we say? Gosh, immature crazy times where he was possessed by juvenal someone else? Well, something that let's him completely off the hook of responsibility. Naturally it falls back to me. He was so overwrought...poor boy. And naturally since he overcame my...whatever he's imagined. I should overcome his...faux pas. Bahahaha! That would work if there was any truth to it! He goes back more than 20 years, before we dated, tries to invent something that didn't happen...and voila! All my fault.

Just makes me nuts. If he keeps at it I'm sure he hopes I well cave and accept my place... Oh my God, I'd rather be alone. He of course believes that if he's not appealing there must be someone else. Why? Well...his reality is all women are whores at heart. He was just telling me his niece is pregnant. She was abused by her mom as a child. Put upon by get father's girlfriend- a la Cinderella. Beat by her father because he was grieving the loss of a younger daughter. (through parental disinterest) Her only other caregiver was alcoholic self-centered granny. I tried to get her to the states. Her learning disability was delt with horribly because she was getting more attention than her hard head brother. God I hate machismo! Why is she pregnant? Why are all adults involved angry? OMG, the child never had a chance to make another choice!

I think he's been filling girlfriend in on how wronged he is..and he's begun to believe it. His look of surprise and disbelief when I say no to him on all his romantic overtures. Like a hurt child. Oh just makes me crazy.

What am I missing? Maybe balls to seriously closer all this down. Maybe just the difference in reality and fantasy.