Well, it's been the craziest summer of my life! Hard to believe it's fall already.
This year has been so very difficult with my husband. The best thing about it was it finally brought out the abuse to me and fully realizing that I must get free from it.
So much junk! And I recall even on our last anniversary (new year's eve) thinking that we wouldn't last the year. The major issue, which he doesn't see is an issue, is his alcoholism. He's admitted to it, and in the spring, he said "Well, you knew I was an alcoholic when you married me. You just have to accept me the way I am!" Thankfully, even then, I was smart enough to reply, "I don't have to accept your bad behavior, and your unhealthy choice to live that way! I believe in change and I want a change in my life."
It was nearly losing our home last month and the threat of this taking place for three months which brought me to really take some action. I ended up, a week before our eviction hearing, calling shelters and safe houses. He was in and out, and each time he was "in" he was so disrespectful, non-communicative and absolutely refused to have any type of civil conversation about our problem. Let alone devising a solution to the problem. He was always focusing on HIS financial struggle, and how he couldn't afford to pay rent! My apartment is owned by the housing authority and we rent it based upon income. Our rent has been only $100. per month for the past two years. I have lived in this place for 15 yrs. Letting him move in with me, from living in his truck for two years, was the biggest mistake!
Anyway, my level of frustration with him over this thing almost cost me my life! I was suicidal, seriously considering driving my car off an overpass or something! The thought of how much that would hurt the kids kept me from it. I have twin daughters, 8yrs(not his bio kids, but he's been here since they were babies). We have two kids, son 6 yrs and our little "after surgery surprise" daughter who is 3yrs. They are the sweetest, most wonderful children ever! And they need me to be the healthy parent who cares, sees to their needs and makes sure they are safe and happy at home. While my husband claims to care about them, and he does show them affection and cares for them on occassion, most often, it's his needs that come before theirs.
The last weekend before our eviction was proof of this, in my mind. We were being evicted because two years ago he emptied two storage units of junk into the basement of our apartment. He piled his junk(most of it has NEVER been used) up to the rafters downstairs. So much that the housing came in and saw this as a serious health hazard; fire danger and such! Well, they gave us all of last year to get rid of it, and he didn't act. Then when they came in the spring this year, he knew what was necessary and STILL refused to clean it up, or get rid of anything! Then he blamed me for not doing it, even though it's all HIS heavy crap like roll away tool boxes, tons of industrial type tools, furniture, shelving and office table tops, file cabinets... just ton's of heavy crap like that! Well, we were down to the wire for inspection, he rented storage again. Then proceeded to make me move all MY personal business inventory, crafting materials, yarn, and fabric from my upstairs sewing room into this storage. Nevermind HIS crap downstairs that I asked him repeatedly for YEARS to get out. He even had our pastor who performed our wedding over to help him move it out and he went right along with coaxing me to pack up all my work supplies!
Well, anyway, we didn't pass that inspection. The final word came on June 1st. From then until Sept 13th we had time to make other arrangements for housing. If we had been healthy enough to sit down together and really address our financials in June, make a plan for moving by Sept it might have been done. But, NO! He refused to have ANY useful conversation about our situation for the entire summer! And when we were down to the wire, the very last weekend to find an alternative home for his children, he went out and rented ANOTHER storage unit. Came back here as I had some folks over to take some of the junk away; giving away furniture that we didn't need or use to someone who would use it. He called the cops and tried to file charges against me for theft! And for a man who was SO broke, he could afford to buy storage for his crap BEFORE deciding to house his own family! How sick is that???
Well, that was the real END! I contacted a safehouse, first with the intention of getting info about a restraining order. They offered us housing, two days before our hearing. The next day, while chatting with girlfriend about my situation, I suddenly flashed that he owned a sawed-off shotgun. He had taken me downstairs sometime last summer to show it to me. I was shocked then and asked to him get rid of it. Well, with the present animosisty and the way he was so abusive emotionally, I thought it was a small step, if he felt his control slipping away, to him using that gun. So, we went to the safehouse that very day.
Our big miracle came in court. We got a reprieve from housing to buy more time to clean up. And the threat of losing my home and how he acted around it was plenty to put an end to the abuse. So, the day after court, I tried to get a restraining order. Judge refused me saying I needed to file in divorce court first. Housing changed the locks on the apartment at my request that day. Good thing I decided to stay another night in the safehouse. He broke into the place sometime that night or the next morning. When we did come home the next afternoon, he was here. I drove to the nearest pay phone to call cops and a neighborhood cruiser was there. I asked the police to escort us home and remove him. They were like, "well ma'am, we can't keep him from the premises without a restraining order. You are married." Even after I showed the cop my lease, proving he was NOT on it, and didn't live there, still they said, "you're married". He left before we got back and when cops went into the apartment they refused to take a "breaking and entering" complaint, saying there was no evidence of a break in. BOY! I was pretty frustrated with this city that day!
Well, since then I survived a bout with pneumonia, submitted the necessary paperwork with housing to hopefully keep our place, lived for several weeks with NO income, got help from our social worker to pay rent for Sept, got help from another agency which helps victims of DV to get my phone service restored after he had it shut off, filed for divorce and obtained a permanent restraining order. And I don't regret it all! Terrible that I had to have all that stress; the physical symptoms, I'm still dealing with. I have constant chest pain and worry often that I'm having heart trouble or developing another blood clot in my lung(I've survived two).
But, I'm thankful today that he's out of our house. I'm especially grateful when I see our son. He's grown up so much in these past few weeks. One thing I noticed, he was starting to mirror his dad's disrespectful behavior towards me. He would ignore me when I asked him to do stuff, and it was reported he was acting out in school and ignoring his teachers there too. Since his dad has been gone, his behavior has improved 100%! He's kind, considerate and respectful. When I ask him to do something he replies, "Yes, mother" and sometimes he does things without even being asked. This is the best reward!
Please, if you are enduring an abusive relationship and you have children, remember it's not just you who is suffering. Your kids are feeling the abuse too. If you can't get out for your own sake, do it for your kids! They need you to be free from that. And, would you want them to grow up to be abusive partners, or victims of an abusive partner too? Think about it and gather the strength you have within you to break free!
God Bless and know we're pulling for you, praying for your safety and health and you are not alone in your struggle.
Ruth