<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166</id><updated>2011-11-24T05:43:59.586-08:00</updated><category term='I just lost it'/><category term='responsibility'/><category term='boundaries'/><category term='support'/><category term='trust'/><category term='dream woman'/><category term='emotional abuse'/><category term='mind reading'/><category term='bingo'/><category term='excuses'/><category term='change'/><category term='learned helplessness'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='rights in a relationship'/><category term='pretending'/><category term='Controlling People'/><category term='defensiveness'/><category term='negativity'/><category term='invalidation'/><category term='made me do it'/><category term='hope'/><category term='shame'/><category term='withholding'/><category term='porn'/><category term='alcohol abuse'/><category term='nothing happened'/><category term='Dr. David Burns'/><category term='nonexistent'/><category term='projection'/><category term='sex in marriage'/><category term='parataxic distortion'/><category term='narcissist'/><category term='men bashing'/><category term='anger'/><category term='denial of responsibility'/><category term='avoidance'/><category term='I hate my husband'/><category term='empathy'/><category term='Keb Mo'/><category term='romance'/><category term='husbands'/><category term='Patricia Evans'/><category term='healing'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='passive-aggressive'/><category term='partnership'/><category term='detaching'/><category term='win-win'/><category term='healthy relationship'/><category term='victim blaming'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='marriage advice for men'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='abusers'/><category term='abuse'/><category term='wife'/><category term='hostile attribution bias'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='Teddy'/><category term='Why does he do that?'/><category term='apologies'/><category term='ignoring'/><category term='listening'/><category term='The Secret to Overcoming Verbal Abuse'/><category term='verbal abuse'/><category term='mutuality'/><category term='words'/><category term='silent treatment'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='good men'/><category term='dates'/><category term='husband'/><category term='choices'/><category term='cognitive therapy'/><category term='Steven Stosny'/><category term='men'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Lundy Bancroft'/><category term='That&apos;s not love'/><category term='love'/><category term='name calling'/><category term='fat'/><category term='Byron Katie'/><category term='entitlement'/><title type='text'>Getting Verbal Abuse out of my Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-5088808328046966654</id><published>2010-01-20T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:33:52.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have bad news and good news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bad news is that my marriage didn't make it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The good news is that it is happening in a way which makes leaving  much easier on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His changes didn't last when the heat was on. I am disappointed, but not surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He began to revert while while under a lot of stress preparing for a business trip out of the country. He was to be gone for a few months. I was planning to join him in the middle of his stay so we could spend a few weeks traveling together. I was very excited about the prospect of finally having some fun together again as we had not vacationed together in 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After his irritability in the days just before he left, I began to feel uneasy about going. After he had gone, we  worked thing  through on the phone, so I was planning still to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During one phone call, I asked him to get some information I needed in order to finalize our plans. Planning a trip is a lot of work - work he leaves to me. (He really isn't good at that sort of thing.) He said he would let me know the next day. He had been calling or emailing most days. Then nothing for three days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finally called him. I told him I was upset that he hadn't called. He responded with coldness and bullshit excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;o matter how busy you are, you can find 5 minutes to call or send an email even if it is to say I am insanely busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Evidently he didn't reach of the point of recognizing that I also have needs, pressures and feelings which are just as important as his.  I really think that this is a total blind spot for him, that he thinks that when he is stressed about work, total self absorption on his part is justified and asserting any of my own needs, however small, is incredibly selfish of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know better of course. I know many men who, under pressure, still recognize the needs of their loved ones and even  call their wives every night when out of town. It's just not that difficult, if you truly love. When you love, it's not something you *have* to do, it's something you WANT to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that call went badly, as did the next. He was dismissive and defensive. I waited several days thinking he would call after his main big event was over and hoped we could work it out. Two days after that even was over, I had heard nothing. I decided not to go. I canceled my ticket and decided to move out while he was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He never did call. He emailed  36 hours before I was to leave and to told me not to come.  I wasn't expecting that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I replied and told him that I agreed and, in fact, I had already canceled my ticket several days ago.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I had already decided not to go, his sending me an 11th hour email saying 'don't come'  although hurtful, was wonderful validation that I was doing the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was so strange, even for him, that I strongly suspect there is a woman involved. This work trip for him would include some major ego boosting events where he could well have met a woman he wanted to woo. I don't know for certain, but his behavior certainly suggests it. If so -  she can have him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This feels sooo right. I have sadness of course, but the time away from him has been really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good for me. I miss the good stuff about having him around, but I don't miss the emotional/energy drain that came with the bad stuff. I just feel so much more "even" now. I have also come to realize that most of my good memories about him were things that happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; we got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had hope my husband would make lasting changes. He made a lot of improvement, but he blew it in a major way once the stress/ego boast time came on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He has been gone several months now, well past his original planned date of return.  I have rented an apartment, which I am moving in to gradually. I haven't yet  told him I'm moving out. I don't know how all that will come together yet. Right now, I'm just enjoying the time and space to get my bearings, move forward, and rest a bit before the next phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-5088808328046966654?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5088808328046966654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=5088808328046966654' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5088808328046966654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5088808328046966654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-bad-news-and-good-news.html' title='I have bad news and good news.'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-3179633201058257602</id><published>2009-04-24T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:27:45.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion Heals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uDexAqE048/SfI3yy3dAdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/a152X5uXN-A/s1600-h/img_compassion365b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uDexAqE048/SfI3yy3dAdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/a152X5uXN-A/s320/img_compassion365b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328382654920065490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I posted. I am happy to report that I am doing much better, and surprisingly, so is my marriage. There has been slow, but steady improvement for  more than seven months, so I  have reason to be cautiously optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One reason I haven't been posting is my awareness that all too often, any changes an abusive man makes, do not last.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some men change for months, even years, and then revert to old habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Maybe I didn't want to chronicle my foolish, false hopes. - if that's what they turn out to be - but I decided to do it anyway. His changes may or may not last, and if they don't, hopefulness and disappointment is part of the process too.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ugly name calling scene in August, I purchased Steven Stosny's  book "Love without Hurt". Some cyber friends had told me that it had helped them heal even though they chose to end their marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stosny's approach, towards both husband and wife, is very compassionate. His book has two sections, the first devoted to the abused spouse (more often the wife), the second section for husbands, he calls boot camp. Both sections, specially the boot camp are very "hands on" with lots of exercises to do.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the book, I was so impressed that I approached my husband. I told him that I believed that he truly wants to be a good husband and that I know he can't feel good about some of his behavior towards me. I said that I had total and complete confidence that he could be a good husband if he does the necessary emotional work. I said that obviously his attempts to simply 'control' himself  wasn't working and maybe it was time to try another approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He bought a copy of the book for himself, and started doing the work. Not surprisingly, he would slack off after a short time. When he did, I backed away from him. When he kept at the work, I came a little closer. It was very, very difficult for him to grasp some of the material, but once he did, it has made a huge difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I no longer have to fight to be heard. (Now I realize how crazy it was for me to even do that in the first place.) Discussions of issues between us no longer feel like battles, even when we disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He no longer gives me orders.  He asks politely and expresses appreciation for the things I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I no longer avoid him. I rarely feel tense around him anymore. Sometimes I still do begin to feel uneasy when I sense he is anxious about something, remembering that would often lead to him being abusive towards me. When that happens, I tell myself that if he blows, I can handle it. But he has handled his feelings without taking them out on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He can, and does, apologize spontaneously and sincerely, and   even makes amends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is a growing sense of partnership in the relationship. His pack-rat tendencies remain, but he is making an effort make more room for me in the common areas of our home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still areas that need improvement, but I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; being married to him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I highly recommend Steven Stosny's approach. Patricia's Evans book was very helpful to me because of her detailed description of  what a verbally abusive relationship looks like. She gave me valuable insight into the mindset of an  abusive man. Unfortunately, her suggestions for dealing with it were only partially effective. I think the missing piece was compassion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stosny's book helped me increase my compassion for myself and for my husband, while at the same time making me stronger. Although I already realized it,  Stosny's writings helped me keep it front and center that an abusive person is also a hurt person.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stosny says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. . . the sole purpose of your husband's resentful, angry or abusive behavior is to defend him from feeling inadequate, especially as a protector, provider, lover, and parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband's inability to tolerate occasional feelings of inadequacy is why he becomes resentful, distant, angry, or abusive when you express some desire or emotional need or say anything that he can remotely construe as criticism. The vast majority of people who are resentful, angry or abusive fail to tolerate feelings of inadequacy long enough to motivate behavior that will allow them to reconnect and reattach to loved ones. Instead, they blame their feelings of inadequacy on their loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lest anyone confuse compassion with 'being nice' or tolerating abuse, let me say that Stosny makes clear that if a man refuses to do the necessary work, you must leave him in order to prevent grave damage to yourself. He also makes the point that leaving a man who does not change is the most compassionate things you can do for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every time he says a harsh word to you or gives you the cold shoulder, or simply fails to value and respect you, he hates himself a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he won't change, your leaving him is his only hope.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a nutshell update for now. Wherever this goes, I'm doing better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-3179633201058257602?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3179633201058257602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=3179633201058257602' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3179633201058257602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3179633201058257602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2009/04/compassion-heals.html' title='Compassion Heals'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uDexAqE048/SfI3yy3dAdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/a152X5uXN-A/s72-c/img_compassion365b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-6912450124686771559</id><published>2008-09-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:50:24.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Stosny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><title type='text'>Words from a Man with the Courage to Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few people recommended a book to me called "Love Without Hurt" by Steven Stosny. I was doing a search for opinions about it and came across the blog of a man who is reading it and doing the "bootcamp" exercises for men trying to change abusive behavior. Daniel's story is a sad, but common one. On &lt;a href="http://danielspendlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt; he courageously acknowledges that he was verbally abusive to his wife. Sadly, they recently divorced, but Daniel is continuing the work he needs to do to heal and hopes one day to reunite with his wife, the mother of their three young children. I wish him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the Stosny book and so far I like it very much. I'll write more about that later. When I first found Daniel's blog he had just written that he probably wouldn't be posting any more. I encouraged him to continue, if he felt like he could, because his insights might help some marriages. Daniel graciously posted again and what he said is so important I want to copy some of it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One thing I would like to say to both abusers and victims who might have stumbled across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don't marry their wives with the intention of abusing them (a very apt point made in Stosny's book). I married my wife to love her, protect her and to cherish her. I know this with all of my heart, and I still feel this today. I NEVER expected to be the person that she needed to be protected from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me, I can clearly say that every time that I've identified when I've been emotionally abusive towards Amy that it wasn't her that I really was resentful towards or that I was even angry with her. I was angry at myself. I was fearful of myself and my own feelings. I was resentful about myself. I was subconsciously acting out my hate of my mother towards her (My mother was emotionally and physically abusive towards me in my youth as well as very manipulative and controlling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never consciously wanted to hurt her. I never wanted her to be fearful of me. I never wanted to argue with her in front of the kids. I never wanted ANY of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is my reality.  I did these things.  I am the person to blame, and I am the person who needs to fix himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a man out there who is reading this who's been accused of emotional abuse: YOU NEED TO ACCEPT WHAT'S BEING TOLD TO YOU AND YOU NEED TO ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY! Your wife didn't make you do anything! You are the one with the responsibility of your own mouth and actions, not your wife. She didn't shrink and go inside of your head and tell you to be abusive. Don't use that excuse. The quicker you accept your wife's perspective and the quicker you get help, the more hope you will have in saving your marriage. Don't wait to take actions like I did. It will put you in a world of hurt... especially if you have kids. Take action now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wife is telling you to move out: DO IT! Help her feel safe! But, let her know that you will immediately seek counseling and that you love her and want to do anything for her. Then follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeze. I'm on a soap box. But, these are all things that I sure wish someone would have said to me when I still had a chance with Amy. Instead, I heard Amy's warnings, but then said to myself, "Don't worry. Things will work themselves out. They always do." But, they sure didn't.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, I commend you for taking responsibility for your feelings and actions and taking steps to change. A lot of men never get to that point. I am hopeful that as more men like Daniel speak up, that slowly and surely, things will change in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-6912450124686771559?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6912450124686771559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=6912450124686771559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/6912450124686771559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/6912450124686771559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/09/words-from-man-with-courage-to-change.html' title='Words from a Man with the Courage to Change'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-2966460346869169775</id><published>2008-09-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:07:43.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men bashing'/><title type='text'>Acknowledging Good Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My blogging friend Bill Howdle at &lt;a href="http://http//hudds53.wordpress.com/2008/09/01/dying-mans-daily-journal-acknowledging-there-are-good-men/"&gt;Dying Man's Journal&lt;/a&gt; recently wrote that he has heard quite a bit of male bashing lately, so he asked his blogging friends to write some good things about particular men or men in general. I am happy to do so. Bill was sensitive to the possibility that this might be difficult for me due to my current personal situation. Actually, it isn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, I have been quite blessed in my associations with men. My earliest experiences with men were very positive ones, starting with my father. He was kind and loving, (more nurturing than my mother). I saw him as a leader and protector who valued the simple pleasures of life and cared about his community.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My brother is also a good man. He's a hard worker who has been married to his high school sweetheart for nearly 40 years. He is dedicated to his career,  but understands that providing for his children emotionally is just as important as providing for them financially. Spending time with family is a high priority for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been privileged to know several men who have volunteered at rape crisis centers and battered women shelters. They did so not only to help men and boys who are  victimized, but also because they knew that these were not just "womens' issues". They understood that violence is everyone's problem because there is no man whose life is not affected by women. Women are their wives, girlfriends, daughters, mothers, and friends. These men hoped that the presence of a gentle, supportive man, might help a woman who had experienced a brutal assault against her by a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is all to easy to generalize a bad experience with one gender, to all men or all women. I think it is sad when women give up on even dating anymore after a bad experience, (although the wicked part of me thinks "okey dokey -more for me").  Perhaps it is easier for me to see clearly that men aren't the problem because of my good experiences with men and because, in my opinion, my husband's hurtful behavior stems from his childhood experience of being verbally/emotionally abused by his mother - a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not tempted to see men as the enemy. Far from it. I love men.  I love their strong arms. I love their deep voices and their whiskers. I love that they can open tight jar lids and get stuff off the high shelf. I love that a man will always kill a spider for you even though he knows you could do it yourself. I love the goofy, 'aw shucks' grin men get when you tell them how smart or strong they are. I love the little boy mischeviousness that men seem to keep no matter how old they are.  I love how excited they get about sports. I love that they think there are only five colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel sad that I am not writing about how great my husband is here, although, I could write quite a bit about his good qualities and loving things he has done. I think that is an important point. The world isn't divided into guys in white hats and guys in black hats. I didn't marry the guy because he is a jerk. Most of us who find ourselves in emotionally abusive relationships know that the mean things he  does are not the totality of who he is. If it were,  it wouldn't be so hard to leave. And for most of us, there was a time - marriage in my case - where the man changes.  Maybe I'll explore this idea further in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I too am dismayed by male-bashing. I wish there were more visible , positive portrayals of  men.  I don't watch much television, but my recollection is that men are portrayed as either in-charge tough guys or clueless, bungling fools. In real life, most of the good guys are the everyday heroes that you never hear about.  Thank you Bill for raising this issue.  We need to shine a light on the everyday greatness of good men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-2966460346869169775?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2966460346869169775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=2966460346869169775' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2966460346869169775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2966460346869169775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/09/acknowledging-good-men.html' title='Acknowledging Good Men'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-5283992536337353350</id><published>2008-08-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:38:52.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><title type='text'>Remembering who I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past weekend I went to a party at the home of a mutual friend. I knew that it would be mostly a group of people I had lost touch with over the past several years, partly due to my self imposed isolation, but also because the old gathering spots had closed. As the price of gas goes up, the cash available for entertainment goes down. A few drinks while listening to live music at the neighborhood watering hole is one of the first budget items cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew these people before I met my husband and I had many fun evenings with them - listening to live music, dancing, talking, and generally acting like college students although most of us are a few decades past college. Hey, why should fun be limited to people under twenty-five? We are baby-boomers, we won't go quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am introverted by nature, but also  enjoy socializing. I had never been nervous about going to a party, until this time. I even contemplated, (briefly), not going. I  was surprised and puzzled by the anxiety I felt as the evening approached. What was it? Was I afraid that my husband's treatment of me showed on my face? That I had turned into a timid wallflower? Would people say, "Jennie, what happened to you?" Had I lost my confidence because my husband called me names? Because upon having obtained me, he failed to even notice me? Maybe this was an experience of shame, the sense that one is exposed to the world as lacking in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I needed to change my head, so I went shopping and bought a  flirty little polka dot dress and painted my toenails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob had asked me "Are you going to go to the party?" Odd, for a husband to ask that I thought. Isn't it usually, "Shall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go to the party?" "Yes, I'm going I told him." He said he might. I went on ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I walked in, all anxiety vanished. I was greeted warmly by many people. I did lots of catching up with old friends, and there were new interesting folks to talk with too. I didn't notice when Bob arrived. I was too busy enjoying myself. I first noticed him when he sauntered over as I was engaged in a tete 'a tete with a funny and attractive man. Since I was not wearing my wedding ring, perhaps Bob just wanted to establish that I had a husband. Don't know. Don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous time. There's nothing like a fun party on a perfect August night. Best of all, I remembered who I was. I remembered I can have fun. I remembered that even at my age, men are interested in me. It felt really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many roads to healing, becoming educated about the nature of the problem, connecting with others who understand, dealing with your own feelings. All those things are important, but never underestimate the healing power of a wearing a new dress to a great party under the stars on a perfect August night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-5283992536337353350?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5283992536337353350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=5283992536337353350' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5283992536337353350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5283992536337353350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/08/remembering-who-i-am.html' title='Remembering who I am'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-1327749506394085960</id><published>2008-08-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:21:11.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Nearly two days later, I still feel shaky. My last post was the first I had written immediately after a nuclear abuse incident. It's always shocking, but Sunday even more so because I thought there had been progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have progressed. I've learned a lot about how an abusive person sees relationships, handles feelings etc. I've adopted new strategies. I've learned to handle my own feelings much better. Bob had pretty much stopped with the defining statements, i.e., telling me what I was thinking, doing, and feeling. He started to speak for himself, and only himself. There was no more ordering, only polite requests, and he began to ask about my life. Certainly not great, but progress. So I was doubly shocked that this occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reflection, perhaps it shouldn't have been surprising. For many months I had been so distant, basically living a separate life. When you are distanced from someone, they don't have much power to hurt you. So maybe as the divide narrowed, there was greater potential for Bob to feel hurt. And when he gets hurt or scared, he sometimes says hateful things, much as a child would, because that is where he seems to be stuck emotionally. Not an excuse, just an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My objective with this blog was to keep it personal, rather than theoretical, and to  write honestly about my experience. There is quite a bit on the internet about verbal abuse in general, mostly from a psychologist viewpoint, but there don't seem to be that many personal narratives. Even though I am blogging under a pseudonym, it was still uncomfortable to write that raw post, with the ugly words as the title. But I vowed to keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I am a bit shaky. I left the house for a while Sunday, checked the "For Rent" ads, contemplated going to a motel. It is hard to think at those times and thankfully I have a few internet friends, women also in verbally abusive relationships, who helped keep me centered and thinking. After weighing the pros and cons, I decided to spend the night home. The abuse was a single devastating blast, not a continuing battle, so thankfully I could get away from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving can be a tricky time I've heard. There can be explosions and/or continuing petty battles. I want to make it as easy on myself as possible. How to do it best? Even blogging under an assumed name, I don't think it is a good idea to reveal too much, but changes are underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-1327749506394085960?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1327749506394085960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=1327749506394085960' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/1327749506394085960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/1327749506394085960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/08/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-785680480427824183</id><published>2008-08-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:19:19.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you,you fucking bitch!</title><content type='html'>That's what he said to me last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to leave. I don't know where. I didn't sleep last night and I am so tired. I don't know how it will work out. I only know that I have to protect myself from abuse whatever it takes. I trust God to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-785680480427824183?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/785680480427824183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=785680480427824183' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/785680480427824183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/785680480427824183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-youyou-fucking-bitch.html' title='I hate you,you fucking bitch!'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-7003955320067581234</id><published>2008-08-02T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:10:54.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><title type='text'>The Power of Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1uDexAqE048/SJJYaIrkQgI/AAAAAAAAABI/RaJ_UnWTu1c/s1600-h/Bill2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1uDexAqE048/SJJYaIrkQgI/AAAAAAAAABI/RaJ_UnWTu1c/s400/Bill2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently came across a web site, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;wordle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;.net,&lt;/a&gt; where you can create "word clouds" with any text. It takes the words and arranges them randomly in various ways. Common words like prepositions are thrown out, and words repeated often appear larger. I was playing around with it by copying and pasting snippets of text from various websites. It was pretty interesting to see the words thrown together out of context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I decided to try a snippet from Bill &lt;/span&gt;Howdle's&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://hudds53.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dying Man's Journal.&lt;/a&gt; I copied and pasted a paragraph from his post &lt;a href="http://hudds53.wordpress.com/2008/07/17/dying-mans-daily-journal-words-helping-others"&gt;Words Helping Others&lt;/a&gt; and added a few other words he uses frequently. The above &lt;/span&gt;"wordle"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was the result,  (&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/98314/Words_Helping_Others"&gt;click here to see larger size&lt;/a&gt;). Makes me feel good just looking at those words. So I'm looking at them a lot.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always known that words have great power to help or to hurt, yet I did not fully appreciate the power of words until my exposure to verbal abuse.  Perhaps one positive result of this experience will be that I become more mindful of the impact of my words on others, and on myself for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman named Juanita posted this comment on Bill's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to thank you for helping me want to go on living. Your words, on this site, has done more for me than anyone. From your words I have been given hope, encouragement, and love. I had forgotten that there were loving people in the world, but more than anything I had forgotten I was one of them. Thank you for giving me back my life. You will always be one of my hero’s and always in my prayers.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to that.  Last May I left a comment on Bill's blog about how his post about making changes had helped me. He replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I am proud of you for taking the small steps to improve your life. Way to go, and good for you Jennie, keep that thought process going, it will get you to where you want to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, when it had been so long since I had received any encouragement, Bills' words were like rain in the desert to me.  I'm getting teary eyed just remembering how it felt when I read those words.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I understand more than ever how much words matter. I am making an effort to speak more lovingly and positively. And that includes what I say to myself, by my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of a post by Avi at &lt;a href="http://husbandabuseblog.com/?p=5"&gt;husbandabuse&lt;/a&gt; about a time when he was in the hospital for a heart condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Although the nurse is paid to do her job I could not help but be touched by the fact that after leaving the room she took the time and made the effort to stop, turnaround, and say “Have a good night”. Oh! How many nights did my wife NOT do that for me. I honestly cannot remember her EVER initiating those final few words one would think would be exchanged by a “loving” couple as they fall asleep for the night. Hmmm, gets me thinking about the tenderness of our hearts both circulatory system wise and perhaps just as importantly, emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In writing about verbal abuse, one must necessarily write about the negative impact. And the flip side of that is the positive impact of loving words. As Bill said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many times have I heard or read that verbal (emotional) abuse can have a must longer and deeper impact on a person than even physical abuse. Physical scars and bruising heal much more quickly than emotional ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emotional bruises and scarring take much longer to heal and can stay with a person for their entire life time. Not always but often this time of long term hurt is caused by words. Depending on where and who these words come from they can cut down inside to our very soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would imagine most of us at one time or another have at least heard of this, the terrible power that can be contained within a few words. We know of how words can be just devastating, we realize that. We know that “mere” words can have such a devastatingly negative impact. I ask then wouldn’t it just stand to reason, if we look at the flip side of the coin, that “mere” words could have a wonderfully healthy healing power to them. If words can tear us down then obviously words can build us up in a healthy positive way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hudds53.wordpress.com/2008/07/31/dying-mans-daily-journal-healing-power-of-words"&gt;http://hudds53.wordpress.com/healing-power-of-words&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Bill's message is simple, true, and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language is funny. Take the word 'heart' for example. Medically speaking, Bill has a "bad heart", in layman's terms. Yet in human terms, it is clear that he has a very good heart.  His good heart is abundantly clear from his efforts to reach out to others, and the supportive, encouraging, caring words he uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are powerful, yet sometimes seem so inadequate. How do I say "Thank you Bill" in a way which conveys the gratitude in my heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-7003955320067581234?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7003955320067581234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=7003955320067581234' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7003955320067581234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7003955320067581234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/07/power-of-words.html' title='The Power of Words'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1uDexAqE048/SJJYaIrkQgI/AAAAAAAAABI/RaJ_UnWTu1c/s72-c/Bill2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-4099323993830462421</id><published>2008-07-24T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:46:49.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='win-win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mutuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>It's Mostly his Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On her excellent blog, "Rebellious Thought of a Woman", Laura recently wrote about the ways in which her husband took over the physical space of their home, crowding her into one small area without regard for her needs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://rebelliousthoughtsofawoman.com/rebellious_thoughts_of_a_/2008/07/get-your-words-off-me-excerpt-eighteen.html"&gt;When a House is not a Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Coincidentally, I had just created a draft for an entry along similar lines. I had not heard of this "taking over" the house, as a feature of abusive relationships, but perhaps it is. Consideration for the other in common areas and allocation of common and private space, may mirror the dynamics of the relationship. I lobbied valiently for an equal say in the use of our house, but I finally dropped my appeals to the wisdom and benefits of joint decision making and focused on maintaining the minimum necessary toe hold for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In some common areas of the house, I keep some "defensive clutter". I call it defensive clutter because it serves as a placeholder to block him from occupying 100% of the area. For example, most of the dining table is covered with his papers. I won't cede the entire table because I want to sit there to eat. I keep two piles of books on the table. When I want to eat, I move the books. When I finish, I replace them. If I were to put the books in a bookcase, he would overrun my little area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In some areas of the house, I long ago relinquished any claim. My husband is a pack-rat and his stuff goes wherever he wants it to go. Often, he dumps it in the first room through the door - the living room. And it stays there. Even though I asked, coaxed, and bargained, the mess remained and proliferated. I could either clean it up myself or live with it. I chose the latter. I took out the few things I had in there out so they wouldn't be lost in the chaos and learned to avert my eyes from the disturbing mess upon entering the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From time to time, Bob inexplicably becomes suddenly upset by the presence of clutter that has been there for months. He gets frantic, as if clearing the clutter were now a matter of life and death. When he gets the impulse to deal with a longstanding problem, he expects me to be instantly available to jump in and help him, despite months of ignoring my repeated requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This time, it was the condition of the living room that he was suddenly obsessed with. He assumed, that it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; stuff clogging the room. Or more accurately, since there is no "our" in this so-called marriage, that it was a 50/50 combination of his stuff and my stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the old days, I would have helped him. I have helped him go through mountains of his stuff. This time I told him that I had other priorities, but if he found anything of mine in there, let me know and I would put it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A few hours later, he had things pretty well put away. Some of it was my stuff after all -  a lipstick and an earring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As with the living room clutter, Bob is fond of saying that that the problems in our relationship are 50/50, both overall and in any given incident. He says he will own his 50% of an argument, (like calling me a bitch), if I'll my 50% (not doing what he told me to do). So silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My point of view is that in a healthy relationships, each person owns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;100% of their own stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a particular incident, there are often joint contributions, but sometimes it really is one person's stuff. There have been incidents when it has been my stuff only, and I don't have a problem with acknowledging it. But that concept is totally foreign to Bob. He thinks the mess is always at least half mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It takes two to make a relationship work. It only takes one, to make it not work. One person cannot create a relationship of mutuality with a win/win orientation. If it is not a shared orientation, the person acting as if it were win-win, will lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our marriage is like the living room. It's a mess. It's not half my stuff and half his stuff. It's mostly his stuff. And I can't clean it up for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-4099323993830462421?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4099323993830462421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=4099323993830462421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4099323993830462421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4099323993830462421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-mostly-his-stuff_24.html' title='It&apos;s Mostly his Stuff'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-5725938211270152634</id><published>2008-07-06T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:15:39.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Evans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Controlling People'/><title type='text'>Teddy Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ww3-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/ww3-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am doing  much better at ignoring his craziness. For months, I felt tense and on edge around him. I don't anymore.  I've come to expect that he will become unexpectedly and irrationally angry from time to time. (Irrational because he is angry about what he makes up about what I'm thinking, implying and intending rather than the truth of me). I pretty much just ignore it now. I decided I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;will not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;be afraid. He is merely annoying to me now. I am so emotionally distant from him that I simply don't care. But I am still thrown off balance by the "Teddy check"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/158062569X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=158062569X"&gt;Controlling People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=158062569X" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;, Patricia Evans uses the analogy of how a child relates to his teddy bear to describe how a controlling person tries to create a pretend relationship with a spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teddy bear is inanimate and compliant. A child plugs his thoughts and moves into the teddy making it "do and "say" what he wants. Teddy is comforting. A child talks to Teddy, and responds for Teddy. Teddy always appreciates you and never minds if you leave her sitting around for a while. Teddy gets things done, agrees with you, and think of things to do for you, even before you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Bob was attracted to me because of the ways in which the real me resembles his 'dream woman'. The problem is, he does not accept those ways in which I am not his dream woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In adulthood, the controlling spouse, i.e. The Pretender, is trying to plug his pretend person into the body of the partner.  When the authentic woman speaks up the Pretender may think "Sometimes Teddy talks about stuff but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;it doesn't have anything to do with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; so you just nod now and then." Teddy wants what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Teddy is upset by something you did. How could this be? Delivering a barrage of diverting and and countering finally silences Teddy.  Teddy stays quiet for a few days so okay, maybe  everything is back to normal.  Teddy malfunctioned briefly but maybe now she is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the old days, I would always inquire about Bob's important business meetings. I was interested in his work and his successes and frustrations. Even now, I have no wish for him to fail. He is talented and I wish him well. It's just that I stopped giving that kind of attention to someone who was showing very little interest in my life and well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have repeatedly and clearly spelled out the issues that need to be addressed and have been ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A few days ago I told him I would prefer that he would address me by my name, rather than with terms of endearment such as "sweetie" because such terms imply a degree of closeness that is not present between us.   This upset him and he said sarcastically "Fine, I'll just drop this fantasy that everything is okay." "That would be great." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really would be great if he would drop the fantasy and relate to me as a real person.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, after a few days have passed, Bob does what I call a "teddy check". I've been through this cycle with Bob more times than I care to remember.  Even though it was late at night and I was in my room, he sought me out to tell me about his meeting that evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought something out of the ordinary that I needed to know about must have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; After  listening politely for a few minutes, I realized he simply wanted to talk to Teddy.  I politely told him he would need to leave because I was going to sleep now.  It is so maddening that he expects a loving wife to be there for him when he has shown a near total disregard for my needs. Unbeleiveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never been treated as Teddy, it probably sounds weird if  to feel annoyed when your spouse comes to you to share their good news. In a healthy relationship, spouses share their good news with each other. However, in a healthy relationship spouses also listen to each other when the other is upset about something. They try to understand each other. They try to reach and follow through on fair agreements with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am having a hard time seeing the reality of him as well. The idea that relationships are reciprocal  seems to be hardwired into my brain. I have to remember that he doesn't see it that way. I am Teddy to him. Teddy doesn't require reciprocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am caught between bad choices. Must I growl at him each morning to remind him that we don't have a relationship? If I do, he will become surly. Yet when I am simply polite, as I would be to any stranger,  he thinks Teddy is back.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-5725938211270152634?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5725938211270152634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=5725938211270152634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5725938211270152634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5725938211270152634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/07/teddy-check.html' title='Teddy Check'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-8876851288103082993</id><published>2008-06-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:00:00.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Putting my Life in Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=womaninconvertible-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/womaninconvertible-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am getting bored with this verbal abuse stuff. I think that's a good sign. It is all so predictable and stupid. I've learned about it, tried everything I know to do, and it just keeps coming up the same. Now that it bores me, rather than intrigues me, I can quit spending so much time and energy trying to figure out WTF is going on with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and devote all that energy to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t has been good and necessary for me to go way into it though. At least it is no longer such a mystery, such a shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'll still be posting about verbal abuse and I expect there will be skirmishes ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But now I want to focus on the Getting Out part. I callled this blog "Getting Verbal Abuse out of my Life, not knowing whether it would be gone because he knocks it off, or because I remove myself from his presence. It looks like it will be the latter. Either way is fine with me. There is no place for such nonsense in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are some excerpts from an inspiring post by Belle I read a while back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At least I am  making and taking steps and I am happy about that. Finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have put my  life into drive! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if you are reving and racing the motor,you will never get  anywhere in "park".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can think about changing your life all you  want...BUT....thinking ain't DOING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Looking at the "big picture",  overwhelms me, so I have to break things down in manageable-doable steps. Some  steps may not seem major to others. Don't worry about that. Do what YOU have to  do. Have a goal and then have a plan. Then do something about it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How exciting to live your life in  "drive".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How very sad to pass those that CHOOSE to live their lives in  "park", while they,wait, and wait and wait some more for the perfect opportunity  or the perfect time to "go for it". Only to wake up and discover one day, that  the chance and opportunity is GONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, to all of you out there on the  highway of life....BEEP...BEEP...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ready or not....here comes ^Belle^,  putting her life in drive and taking it to the limit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neveragain.blogstream.com/v1/pid/220967.html#TP"&gt;http://neveragain.blogstream.com/v1/pid/220967.html#TP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been revving and racing the motor for some time now. That's okay. I needed to do that. I'm kinda stuck in an icy patch, but I've managed to get out of some tough spots before. I figure I can do it again. Sometimes pulling out isn't quick and easy. You have to rock the car back and forth, put some gravel or salt under the tires.You may need a friend to give you a push. But if you keep at it, usually, you'll catch some dirt and start moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-8876851288103082993?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8876851288103082993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=8876851288103082993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/8876851288103082993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/8876851288103082993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/putting-my-life-in-drive.html' title='Putting my Life in Drive'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-2151679931941517698</id><published>2008-06-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:16:30.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victim blaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Controlling People'/><title type='text'>Twilight Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=twilight_zone-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/twilight_zone-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be having a normal conversation with him when suddenly a door opens into another dimension. A dimension which exists only in his mind. He's moved into a land of only shadow, no substance, where you exist only as a thing, an idea, a projection. You've just crossed over into . . . The Twilight Zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's difficult to describe the sensation. I feel a jolt, then dizzy and confused. It is as if a small earthquake hits and when I reach out for something to hold on to, I grab hold of one of those electric horse fences which delivers a mild shock, and then a tree branch falls on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In his twilight zone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He knows what I think, what I feel, and even what I am going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I attempt to correct his misperceptions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; he says he realizes that I truly believe  what I am saying but he knows what I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;doing, albeit unconsciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his behavior. He has no choice about how to behave when he has angry feelings. Angry feelings necessarily result in abusive behavior&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only the victim has freedom of choice, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if she chooses to engage in behavior which provokes the perpetrator, what he does next is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; fault. (What constitutes provocative behavior is determined by the perpetrator's twisted interpretation rather than intent or knowledge of the victim.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are with the right person, the relationship will automatically work out. What you do, or don't do, has no effect on the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does any of this make sense to you? I hope not. If it doesn't, congratulations, you are in touch with reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are in touch with reality, you know that each person's feelings and thoughts are located in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;their own body. You know that while you may be able to imagine what another might be feeling or thinking, you also realize that it is tentative, a possibility which can only be verified by the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are in touch with reality you know that no one else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;causes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  &gt;another's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; behavior. You recognize that no one else moves your arms and legs and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that while initial attraction and common interests with another either exist or not, how you interact with that person over time determines whether the relationship will thrive or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's normal to feel disoriented when you encounter someone who is living in a world of make believe, and they don't even know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He grew up in the twilight zone, blamed for his parent's abuse of him. Because he was a child, he believed it. The parents who abused him were regarded by the rest of the world as well functioning, highly successful, pillars of the community. No one was there to tell him it wasn't his fault. He had no way of knowing that even though nothing he could do would change the way they treated him, that how he behaves in adult relationships with normal people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-2151679931941517698?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2151679931941517698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=2151679931941517698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2151679931941517698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2151679931941517698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/twilight-zone.html' title='Twilight Zone'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-5378803282013986708</id><published>2008-06-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:43:05.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shame'/><title type='text'>Verbal Abuse is Not About You</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I look at the words people type in the various search engines that lead them to my blog, and sometimes it breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was this search: "my husband verbally abuses me because I'm fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give this woman a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't abuse you because you're fat; he abuses you because he is abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  good husband would never use an area of sensitivity as a weapon to hurt you. If you weren't overweight, he would find something else mean to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is rather portly, and a bit sensitive about it. I know he feels bad about his weight and I would never want to make him feel worse. I have told him I love HIM whatever size he may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he has said mean things to me, it would never even occur to me to call him fat.  I couldn't feel good about myself if I deliberately inflicted pain on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please know that whenever someone abuses you, it's not about you. It is directed towards you, but it is really about the person who is hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;shame, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; pain, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; inadequacies. Abuse is always unwarranted regardless of your imperfections. Just because you aren't perfect, doesn't mean you deserve to be abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for the pain of this woman, and every other woman and man and child who has felt the sting of ugly words. It's not your fault and you don't deserve it. You deserve love. We all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-5378803282013986708?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5378803282013986708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=5378803282013986708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5378803282013986708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5378803282013986708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/verbal-abuse-is-not-about-you.html' title='Verbal Abuse is Not About You'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-4508504526417514524</id><published>2008-06-10T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:55:19.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denial of responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just lost it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusers'/><title type='text'>"I Just Lost It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you've been abused, you've probably heard that one. "I just lost it". I've never believed it and today I saw the most ridiculous example yet of that particular mode of denying responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He was up first today and made some coffee. I poured myself a cup and tasted it. Yuck. There is a particular brand of coffee he sometimes buys that I don't like at all. It tastes like very weak coffee brewed with soapy water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did the considerate thing and asked if he wanted the coffee I had just poured but didn't want to drink, because I was going to make a new pot. "Sure", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While pouring the coffee from my cup into his nearly empty cup, I spilled some. "Way to go. Nice job.", he said sarcastically. I looked at him and said, "You know, when you say things like that, it makes it highly unlikely I will try to do anything nice for you in the future." He averted his eyes, said nothing and went to get a napkin to wipe up the spill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple hours later he said "I'm sorry I barked at you." "I just lost it." How pathetic. The other times he claims to have "lost it" at least feelings were running high, and while there is no excuse for abusive behavior, at least it is understandable that he may have had strong feelings. Now he tells me "I just lost it" as if anyone would become enraged when some coffee was spilled!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He spills stuff constantly and I have never put him down for that. I've always been a bit of a spiller. He used to say he found my clumsiness "cute" and "endearing". It is only now, when I am not falling for his crap anymore, that it becomes an opportunity for him to abuse me. What an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next time, I'll just pour the coffee down the drain rather than offer it to him. If that upsets him I'll say, "Sorry, I just lost it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to train myself out of acting with basic courtesy towards a person in the same house, but I'm slowly learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-4508504526417514524?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4508504526417514524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=4508504526417514524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4508504526417514524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4508504526417514524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-lost-it.html' title='&quot;I Just Lost It&quot;'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-256296683786531529</id><published>2008-06-03T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:59:21.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret to Overcoming Verbal Abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cognitive therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Context is More Damaging than Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-abuse-its-just-my.html" href="http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-abuse-its-just-my.html"&gt; It's not abuse, it's just my interpretation?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;was discussed by corboy on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://forum.rickross.com/read.php?12,12906,page=51"&gt;Rick Ross cults and destructive groups forum. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you corboy for your articulate expansion of my idea .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corboy wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The person who wrote this blog has reached the heart of the matter. The horror/shock quotient is not always the content of the message, but is often influenced by WHO DELIVERS THAT MESSAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term 'verbal abuse' may not be enough to provide a full description of what accounts for the impact. I would invite us to ponder the term 'relationship-specific abuse.' For, verbal content is not enough to account for the stunning power of certain utterances or even gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its when the words or gestures or battery take place in the context of a relationship based on mutual trust, and thus shatter that trust, that it becomes abusive and trust-shattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we select spouses and friends based on trust that they will never do such things to us in the first place! ('To have and to hold, to honor and to cherish...')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[snip]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the local insane drunkard on the corner calls me a filthy name, I can write it off. The person is, clearly nuts. I have not given this person the level of radical trust that I would give a lover or ultra close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if your spouse, your lover or your close friend were, suddenly, &lt;strong&gt;within the existing frame of that trust-bonded relationship&lt;/strong&gt; call you that same bad name that the nut on the corner gave you--you'd be blown away.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The book I was discussing, "The Secret of Overcoming Verbal Abuse " says that the reason your partner's remarks cut so deep is that they "cut straight into the painful self-doubts and non-acceptance of yourself you have had since early childhood" That may be for some people, some of the time, but as corboy and I have noted, it ain't necessarily so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope that targets of relational abuse will not automatically accept the pronouncement that their pain is  solely, or primarily, due to their old insecurities . If old pain is part of it, it certainly makes sense to work towards healing those wounds and loving yourself despite your imperfections. One very helpful mantra I got from the book was "Just because I'm not perfect, doesn't mean I deserve to be abused."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all have imperfections, and an abuser will use your humanness as an excuse for his abuse. If there is any truth in the deprecating remarks, and your partner knows, or should know, of your sensitivity, that makes his behavior all the more deplorable. Someone who loves you does not jab you in your sensitive areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realized the relational context was what made the abuse most painful, so I stopped thinking of him as 'my husband'. It wasn't that hard to do because he does very little which is consistent with that role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to think of him both in terms of who he is - Bob and his relationship to me, - husband., i.e. my husband, Bob. Now, I simply think of him as "Bob". Well, not only 'Bob' actually. I think of him as Bob the emotionally handicapped guy who lives in the other side of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's easier that way. I don't expect or want anything from him that way. He's just a guy with profound limitations. I don't need to label or dehumanize him by thinking of him as "the abuser". To the best of my ability I try to cultivate an attitude of indifference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I can pull it off, I feel better. When I remember he is my husband, and I long for that caring connection, it hurts. But that's okay too. Sometimes it's good to just hurt for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-256296683786531529?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/256296683786531529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=256296683786531529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/256296683786531529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/256296683786531529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/context-is-more-damaging-than-content.html' title='Context is More Damaging than Content'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-7077678368761819815</id><published>2008-06-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:15:16.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keb Mo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s not love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><title type='text'>That's Not Love</title><content type='html'>It's confusing when he says he loves me.  He may mean it, based on what 'love' means to him, but it's not love, as I understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Keb Mo song because he reminds me "That's not Love":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIwtzsvaVIM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIwtzsvaVIM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't you&lt;br /&gt;No it ain't me&lt;br /&gt;That's not the way&lt;br /&gt;Love's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's just no good&lt;br /&gt;No it ain't right&lt;br /&gt;For you to be sitting all alone&lt;br /&gt;Crying every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're down on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Scared he's gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;But if you really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to let go&lt;br /&gt;´Cause that's not love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="B000002BAR" id="amzn_cl_link_2" target="_blank" href="http://amazon.com/gp/product/B000002BAR?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=thenewjt30page&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=384049&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000002BAR&amp;amp;adid=dbdcd67c-8ffd-435c-b0c1-c86e39f94f39"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love don't feel that bad&lt;br /&gt;That's not love&lt;br /&gt;It don't feel that sad&lt;br /&gt;No that's not love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't feel good inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;But that's not love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;It's always raining&lt;br /&gt;And you're oh so tired&lt;br /&gt;Tired of your own complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for real&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no game&lt;br /&gt;You can't measure your love&lt;br /&gt;By the depths of your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000002BAQ?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000002BAQ"&gt;Just Like You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000002BAQ" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-7077678368761819815?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7077678368761819815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=7077678368761819815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7077678368761819815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7077678368761819815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-not-love.html' title='That&apos;s Not Love'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-5391196317315286041</id><published>2008-05-30T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:51:47.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Evans'/><title type='text'>He really doesn't see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bless his heart,  I think he genuinely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;trying, but he just doesn't get it.  On his own initiative, he took the time to write down his understanding of what I was upset about in a recent interaction. He asked me to listen and tell him if his understanding was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  appreciate his good intentions and effort, but after talking with him for an hour or so,   I left feeling awful.  I realize it is because even in the process of trying to work it out, he continues to define me, i.e. telling me how I was feeling and what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the core problem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;defining the other, it cannot be worked through in a conversation where the boundary violations continue.  Such a discussion doesn't solve the problem, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the problem. As Patricia Evans writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The verbal abuse &lt;em&gt;is the issue&lt;/em&gt; in the relationship. When a couple is  having a real argument about a real issue, both parties may feel angry but they  can say "this is what I'm feeling angry about " or "this is what I want" and  eventually, if there is good will on both their parts, the issue is resolved. In  a verbally abusive relationship there is no specific conflict. &lt;em&gt;The issue is the abuse&lt;/em&gt;  and this issue is not resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Each person must see and hear the other  in order to understand. Each must be aware of their own feelings and be able to distinguish their own feelings from the other person's feelings. I just thought everybody knew this. Evidently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I told him what my motives had been, what I was feeling, and what I had said, he concluded, "It couldn't have happened that way or I wouldn't have reacted the way I did."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh &lt;/span&gt;. Rather than consider that his perceptions of me were inaccurate,  he concludes that I am in error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He seems perplexed when I tell him that how I feel is not a matter of 'opinion' where his guess is as good as mine.  He truly does not realize that he does not have the ability to know for certain how another person feels without asking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am glad I got to see Bob's confusion about emotional and psychic boundaries at a time when both of us were calm rather than upset.  It gives me more clarity.  And that helps me accept how things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-5391196317315286041?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5391196317315286041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=5391196317315286041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5391196317315286041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5391196317315286041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-really-doesnt-see.html' title='He really doesn&apos;t see.'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-7097255128338977436</id><published>2008-05-28T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:00:57.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Byron Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rights in a relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cognitive therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. David Burns'/><title type='text'>Changing my Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;In my last post I discussed my biggest criticism of the book "The Secret of Overcoming Verbal Abuse". Now I'll write about some things I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often hear people talk about rights in a relationships. Patricia Evans has a list of "Basic Rights in a Relationship" like the right "to be heard by your mate and responded to with courtesy". On the level of basic morality and human rights I agree, all people are deserving of love and respect, but in my marriage, thinking of it that way has not helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "He has no right to say those things to me" and  "You can't speak to me that way." Which led to me thinking, "He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has to&lt;/span&gt; stop this". But guess what,   he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;t have to stop. Nobody is going to make him stop. I can't call the verbal abuse police to arrest him and enforce my right to be heard and responded to with courtesy. With the exception of my body and my property, relationships "rights" are not like civil or legal rights. Ultimately, all you can do is remove yourself from his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Ms. Evans and others talk about "rights" in a relationship to validate that your expectations are in fact reasonable, because abusers will try to convince you otherwise. I would prefer that such a list be called "Reasonable expectations in a Healthy Relationship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also heard well meaning people tell the recipient of verbal abuse that they must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demand&lt;/span&gt;  to be treated with respect. I think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demanding &lt;/span&gt;respect just plays into the abuser's view of relationships as power and control based. I do however, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;require&lt;/span&gt; being treated respectfully as a condition of engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I questioned the reality of  my thinking I realized that while he may not have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moral right&lt;/span&gt; to do what he does, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* He has the freedom to speak to me however he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* He has the freedom to throw things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* He has the freedom to respond to me with anger when I tell him I feel  upset by something he has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;* He has the freedom to interpret my behavior any way he chooses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;* He has the freedom to inquire about my life and needs or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;* He has the freedom to remain silent or approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He has the freedom to make those choices. I also have freedom. Previously I thought "I need to explain to him what I was really feeling" and "I have to keep talking with him to try to work things out." But I realized I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* I have the freedom to disengage from someone who calls me names and tells me what I am doing or feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have the freedom to share my thoughts and feelings only with people I feel safe with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;* I have the freedom to stay in this marriage or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;* I have the freedom to leave a relationship when my boundaries are not  respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* I have the freedom to leave a relationship when my needs are not being  met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;And of course with freedom, comes responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It is my responsibility to create a happy and fulfilling life for  myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am not powerless. I can choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to explain, but when I began to affirm his freedom to choose how he behaves, even if he chooses to behave in ways that are detrimental to creating a safe, loving relationship, I no longer felt so powerless and I began to affirm more of my freedom of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that his choices are acceptable to me. Far from it. It just helped me realize, okay, this is what he is doing, now what do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; need to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has helped me to question my thoughts and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I discover that some of my thoughts are distorted and not true, to replace them with more realistic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; think it is helpful to replace accurate and realistic thoughts with distortions in order to feel better. There are systems of challenging thoughts which instead of leading to reality, may lead to self-delusion. One dangerous method I have heard of is Byron Katie. You can read about the dangers of "The Work" here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://forum.rickross.com/read.php?4,9147"&gt;http://forum.rickross.com/read.php?4,9147  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great book self-help book based on cognitive therapy is "The Feeling Good Handbook" by Dr. David Burns. The parts of the Ellis/Powers book that I found helpful were based on the same concepts but gave examples based on the experiences of recipients of verbal abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0452281326?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0452281326"&gt;The Feeling Good Handbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0452281326" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important; font-family: trebuchet ms;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0879804459?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0879804459"&gt;The Secret of Overcoming Verbal Abuse:  Getting Off the Emotional Roller Coaster and Regaining Control of Your Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0879804459" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important; font-family: trebuchet ms;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-7097255128338977436?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7097255128338977436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=7097255128338977436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7097255128338977436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7097255128338977436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/changin-my-thinking.html' title='Changing my Thinking'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-2103567039134056773</id><published>2008-05-26T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:57:19.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><title type='text'>It's not abuse, it's just my interpretation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z78005350-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/z78005350-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to mention a book I have mixed feelings about. The book is "The Secret of Overcoming Verbal Abuse" by Albert Ellis and Marcia Grad Powers.  It is based on the principles of cognitive therapy which I am familiar with through the work of Dr. David Burns who I highly recommend. I found the ideas about changing my thoughts about the situation to be very helpful, but I will address my main area of disagreement with the authors first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main concepts of the book is: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only you&lt;/span&gt;, create all of your feelings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ur, not really. If that were true there would be no such a thing as verbal abuse. If it were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt; of events that hurts us then one could say, "Its not abuse when your husband calls you a fat, ugly, stupid, worthless cunt, it's just your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interpretation &lt;/span&gt;of the event that leads you to feel bad." Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that you are not a fat, ugly, stupid, worthless cunt, you don't need to believe there is any truth to the statement to be shocked and stunned that your husband said those things. Or suppose you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; overweight and maybe you aren't the brightest bulb on the tree, you certainly aren't worthless and it is horrifying that someone who claims to love you would try to use something you might feel sensitive about to demean you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part for me isn't the actual words, it is that this person who claims to love me, my husband,  is trying make me feel bad, whether I accept his assessment of me or not.  You could be a fashion model with a genuis IQ and still be hurt, not because you believe the words, but because your husband spoke them, and tried to make you feel "less than".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only you&lt;/span&gt;, create all of your feelings" is no more true than the old "sticks &amp;amp; stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" routine.  Or the classic "I'm not responsible for your feelings". Where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;that come from? Is it some co-dependency recovery run amok? I usually hear someone say "I'm not responsible for his/her feelings" from people who have just done something particularly shitty to another person and now wish to absolve themselves of any responsibility for the harm they caused. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the book the authors appear to contradict their main thesis and acknowledge that while you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; choice about how you feel, that it is not a complete choice. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not recommend this book as the first one to read about verbal abuse. Patricia Evan's book is far superior. Evan's book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;validates&lt;/span&gt; the pain, confusion and frustration. It is important to first feel the pain. It's also important to move out of pain. That's where the Ellis/Powers concepts helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about the helpful aspects of the book next time. (Unless something more interesting or urgent comes up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-2103567039134056773?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2103567039134056773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=2103567039134056773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2103567039134056773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2103567039134056773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-abuse-its-just-my.html' title='It&apos;s not abuse, it&apos;s just my interpretation?'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-2993184967815895674</id><published>2008-05-22T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:39:12.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='withholding'/><title type='text'>Love yourself first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I found this beautiful video about emotional abuse by Mariana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHo0C6mGcto&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://marianabb.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-abuse.html" href="http://marianabb.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-abuse.html"&gt;Mariana's  Blog: Emotional Abuse&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mariana wisely reminds us&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't believe their words. Believe their concrete actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your partner's words and promises match his/her actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your partner tell you he/she loves you and you are special but goes on with his life, ignoring you and ignoring your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need an abuser in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve someone who will love you and respect you for who you are, not for what they can get from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose to Love Yourself First.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thank you for sharing your gentle strength Mariana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-2993184967815895674?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2993184967815895674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=2993184967815895674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2993184967815895674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2993184967815895674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-yourself-first.html' title='Love yourself first.'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-4924892645453374200</id><published>2008-05-19T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:00:16.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>So-called "apology"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; This morning there was a note from him on the kitchen counter apologizing for mimicking me Saturday night. He said he realized it was an expression of contempt which probably hurt me and he was sorry. He didn't attempt to justify or explain it. I thought that was progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I sat down at the table in the adjacent dining area to eat my breakfast. He came in the kitchen and I said "thank you for the apology". He said "Thank you for thanking me" then went outside. My heart fell. When he came back in the kitchen as I was getting up from the table I said "When you just walk away after I acknowledged your apology and don't come sit by me and show some warmth and caring, it doesn't feel like an apology."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"I'm sorry that didn't work for you" he said coldly, "but I don't have time to discuss it now".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It hurts because I thought for a moment that he actually cared and then got slapped with the reality of his coldness. I suspect his so-called apology was just a pro-forma because he thinks he may need my help with something. Now, even his so called apology was just another wound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't know if he knows what he is doing or if he is just that tuned out. Doesn't matter I suppose. I told him how I felt and he coldly turned away again. Sometimes I'm amazed that anything he does can still hurt me, but this did. I've spent so much time hoping that one day I might hear from him the words that recognized my pain. Then for a moment I thought 'maybe' and then that hope was dashed. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Depression_by_ironcpu-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/Depression_by_ironcpu-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-4924892645453374200?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4924892645453374200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=4924892645453374200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4924892645453374200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4924892645453374200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-called-apology.html' title='So-called &quot;apology&quot;'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-1765428213543509774</id><published>2008-05-18T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:38:09.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narcissist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lundy Bancroft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret to Overcoming Verbal Abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entitlement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusers'/><title type='text'>"You got mad at me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yesterday Bob was recounting some of his grievances against me. I realized that almost every one of them was basically, "You got mad at me". What he &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; that I was mad about was irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For example he reminds me that I got mad at him when he barked at me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why don't you just fucking tell me!"&lt;/span&gt; when I asked if he wanted to hear my ideas about where to stay that night when we were on vacation one summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He was driving down a steep, curvy, dark mountain road late at night and I thought it might be taking all his concentration. He interpreted my question as (can you guess?) as an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ATTACK.&lt;/span&gt; He did not recognize that I was being considerate. He thought I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ACCUSING&lt;/span&gt; him of not wanting to hear what I had to say. He later told me that because I had previously complained that often I felt like he didn't want to hear what I had to say, that I was accusing him of doing that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I start to feel dizzy just trying to follow his logic. Seems to me that if your loved one sometimes felt like you didn't want to hear what they said that you might make an effort to show that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; interested rather than yell "What don't you just fucking tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So that was the horrible thing I did - I got mad. Imagine the nerve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Okay, but I confess that wasn't all I did. I was scared. It was a bad road and I don't want to be a passenger in a car with an enraged man at the wheel. So about five minutes later I said I had to pee. He pulled over. I got some warm clothes and shoes from my suitcase in the trunk. We were in very remote country. We had not seen another car in two hours. Nonetheless, I told him I was not getting back in that car with him unless I was driving and until he calmed down. And if that meant I spent the night under a pine tree, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Freedom from accountability means that the abusive man considers himself above criticism. If his partner attempt to raise her grievances she is 'provoking' him. ", says Lundy Bancroft in "Why Does He Do That?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It is commonly believed that abusive men have a problem managing their anger. This is what Bancroft says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Your abusive partner doesn't have a problem with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;anger; he has a problem with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;anger&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;One of the basic human rights he tries to take away from you is the right to be angry with him. No matter how badly he treats you, he believes that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;your voice shouldn't rise and your blood shouldn't boil. The privilege of rage is reserved for him alone."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No wonder Bob is so unhappy. Despite his relentless attempts, he has never been able to convince me that there is something wrong with me for feeling angry. So I do not dispute his grievances. Yes, I got mad. And I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;sorry. Anger is a healthy response to abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bancroft says this about abusers and anger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HE ISN'T ABUSIVE BECAUSE HE IS ANGRY; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HE'S ANGRY BECAUSE HE'S ABUSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0425191656?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0425191656"&gt;Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0425191656" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-1765428213543509774?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1765428213543509774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=1765428213543509774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/1765428213543509774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/1765428213543509774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-got-mad-at-me.html' title='&quot;You got mad at me&quot;'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-2487695681375974146</id><published>2008-05-15T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:30:04.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusers'/><title type='text'>I wonder if he knows . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wonder if he knows that I don't like being around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually get up a few hours before he does. Does he know that when I hear the first sounds of him stirring that I get a knot in my stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On those all too rare occasions that he goes somewhere, does he know that I freeze inside when I hear his car in the driveway when he returns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he know that even if I am hungry I won't go in the kitchen if he is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if he knew all that, would he feel sad or glad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he feel like he had really established his authority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he feel a sense of failure? Remorse? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I hate that I don't feel relaxed in my own home. It makes everything I do so much harder when I have to "psyche myself up" to exist in the same house but I'm getting better at it. He's really a very weak, scared man who feels powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cowardlylion-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/cowardlylion-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on leaving. I am not trapped here, although it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  feels&lt;/span&gt; that way at times. It helps me to reframe my situation as a choice.  Strictly speaking, I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; leave here today and go to a hotel or a  friend's house. I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; just say the hell with it, I'm outa here. But I  am choosing to take the step by step route right now because I think that is in  my best interest for the long term. It's a trade off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-2487695681375974146?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2487695681375974146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=2487695681375974146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2487695681375974146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/2487695681375974146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wonder-if-he-knows.html' title='I wonder if he knows . . .'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-4278948916089237185</id><published>2008-05-11T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:43:11.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostile attribution bias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defensiveness'/><title type='text'>The Little Things - There's Nothing Bigger</title><content type='html'>One might justifiably think that I sometimes blog about 'little things', like a conversation about mailing the tax returns and having to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for him frequently. In one way, I agree, those are small issues.  If the big issues, like name calling and throwing things, had never materialized, I probably would pay them no mind. But as my understanding of the dynamics of the abusive relationship has increased, I now see the 'little things' as symptomatic of a general mindset that guarantees there can be no mutually rewarding intimate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindreading, particularly negative mindreading is a feature of my husband's psyche which plays out with me and with other people.  I know he does it with me, because I know what I am thinking, feeling and intending. I also strongly suspect he also does it with other people because I have been there and seen the same interactions he has seen and I come away thinking there was probably a misunderstanding and he comes away convinced that the person was deliberately being nasty to him. Often, a minimally unpleasant interaction with a service person, for example, is an injustice he will long remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't done anything fun together in a long time. Last night, I was enjoying the evening breeze and the stars and recalling a brief getaway we had to a lovely rustic hotel last May. "Remember how great it was sitting on the porch of La Luna Inn last year honey?", I remarked. "Yeah, except that waiter at dinner thought I was an idiot about wine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, this was merely annoying. Now I realize that he doesn't just wonder whether possibly the waiter did not respect his taste in wine, but he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; that this waiter didn't think he was "okay."  (It's not just an opinion on his taste in wine, it's a reflection on his value as a person.) And he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; that the waiter was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deliberately nasty &lt;/span&gt;to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was there, and it seemed to me that the waiter did not understand a comment my husband made and was replying to what he thought he had said. The bill hadn't been paid yet and it seems unlikely to me that a waiter would deliberately insult a customer just before check presentation. And even if the waiter had thought his taste in wine was abysmal,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so what&lt;/span&gt;? Does his self image rise and fall on the opinions of waiters? Sadly, I fear it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he doesn't have sufficient self-esteem on board, I guess he doesn't shrug it off the way I do. I told him I thought he might be happier if he'd just let that stuff go. After all, one will encounter an occasional unfriendly clerk or waiter. That's just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is far from the first time I have seen that in a situation where 99% of what has happened is positive, he will focus on the 1% that is negative. And a lot of times the negative isn't even there. I have noticed that generally I think I am treated well out there in the world. He doesn't understand why he isn't. I suspect that he is, but when he reacts to ambiguous situations by assuming hostile intent, then some people do become hostile. I am tired of struggling to remain positive in the face of his negativity.  It seems that it is more important to him to discuss endlessly the maltreatment of a waiter (real or imagined) than to drop it and get on with having a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can leave him to his indignant ruminations, temporarily and eventually permanently. He, on the other hand, has to live inside the hostile world he creates in his mind. It must suck being him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jimwhiting-1-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/jimwhiting-1-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-4278948916089237185?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4278948916089237185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=4278948916089237185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4278948916089237185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4278948916089237185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-things-theres-nothing-bigger.html' title='The Little Things - There&apos;s Nothing Bigger'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-7187859844859581873</id><published>2008-05-11T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:03:46.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learned helplessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusers'/><title type='text'>Words about Abuse from a Good Man.</title><content type='html'>When you are in an abusive relationship and interacting with other women who are, one can sometimes wonder, "Are there any good men out there?", or give up on men entirely being too traumatized to trust again. These are understandable reactions to the experience of being abused, particularly when one has had previous bad relationships and/or abusive parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I came across a post about abuse and learned helplessness on the online journal of a terminally ill man. It was wonderful to read the caring words of a man who abhors abuse, honors women, and is honestly trying to understand our experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are other good men out there and I hope we will hear from more of them. Abused women need to know that you good guys exist, that a good relationship with a good man is possible. Bill is taken ladies, but I'm sure the good ones aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; married. Abusive people, men and women alike, need to hear from both genders that their behavior is unacceptable and without justification &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with his kind permission, here is Bill's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apr 29, 2008 6:28 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a title="http://hudds53.wordpress.com/2008/05/10/2008/04/30/dying-mans-daily-journal-learned-helplessness-gaining-insight/" href="http://hudds53.wordpress.com/2008/05/10/2008/04/30/dying-mans-daily-journal-learned-helplessness-gaining-insight/" target="_blank"&gt;Dying Man’s Daily Journal - Learned Helplessness gaining insight&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;amp;postID=4673090344400344182" height="18" width="18" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;from &lt;a title="http://www.google.com/reader/view/feed/http://hudds53.wordpress.com/feed/" href="http://www.google.com/reader/view/feed/http%3A%2F%2Fhudds53.wordpress.com%2Ffeed%2F" target="_blank"&gt;Dying mans daily journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Bill Howdle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my post was about abuse, physical, emotional abuse of any and all kinds. Of how that very abuse can lead to “learned helplessness”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The more I read about and hear about abuse of any kind, the more shocked and disturbed I am becoming. I know it is everywhere, mostly hidden behind closed doors. I know there is no excuse for abuse of any type, NONE. It is only now that I am really becoming aware of the profound long term effects. I suppose I had naively assumed once you were out of the abusive situation, life would be good and you could just get back to “normal” and live life as it was intended to be lived. Such is obviously not the case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am very touched that a few dear blogging friends chose to truly open up and reveal past horrors experienced in their lives. I can think of no better word than horrors to describe the lives they were force to endure on a daily basis for years on end. I thank you for sharing as you have and will be responding individually to your comments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still can’t really claim to “understand”, this is whole issue is so foreign to my thinking. Being honored by being given at least a glimpse into the lives of others has given me a bite of an understanding of how it all could happen. I am still thinking of the “learned helplessness” the long last effects on ongoing abuse. A whole life is permanently changed forever scarred and total “normalcy” may never be achieved again. I can’t even begin to describe how sad this all makes me feel. Life is to be lived and should never be endured but how many people are doing that exact thing, enduring life. This is not what the Good Lord intended for any of us. He wants all of us to live happy, safe, peaceful, love filled lives. Each of us was given our own free will to make the choices and to live our own happy lives. No one has the right to chose our life for us, controlling our thoughts and actions. NO ONE has the right to ever be physically abusive to another in anyway, irregardless of an ything, no exceptions to this rule, NONE EVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I asked everyone to just sit back for a moment and think about your relationships with others. Honestly look at the role you play in the lives of all others. Be honest with yourself, and look to see, are you an abuser? Now to some this answer will be easy, if you hand out beatings, are controlling, domineering, use verbal put downs then you are an abuser. Plain and simple as that. Now ask yourself why? Each of us is responsible for our own actions, so if your excuse is “well she made me do it, she made me made because……. That is not a reasonable or even rational excuse. No one but an abuser makes us do anything. You are responsible for your own actions, be a man/woman and accept that responsibility. Each of us has a God given right to make our own choices. What makes you think you have the right to in essence over right God’s will by depriving anyone else of their freedom, their own free will. I ask everyone to please just think about this!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel uncomfortable as a male and being unfamiliar with abuse issues trying to write about the feelings that are realistically I think mostly experienced by women. I did say mostly as I know there are many men out there also with similar experiences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, I am asking for feed back as the conclusions I am coming to may in fact be way off base and I do realize every situation if in fact different. Slightly different yes, but all seem to have huge similarities. Now, if as I am writing, I happen to word something poorly and it in anyways comes across that I may be assigning any guilt or blame to the victim, Please know it was not intended that way, but was in fact poor wording on my part. Victims of abuse do not carry any of the blame, no matter what is said to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here we go again with “life according to Bill”:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see any abuse be it physical, emotional what ever, as having long term very profound affects. I suppose the longer the abuse continues the deeper will be the scars. I would imagine the abuse cycle begins slowly, with seemingly little or inconsequential things, but escalate to the much worse. I see the “trained helplessness” that I wrote about yesterday as actually taking some time to set in or to become ingrained into anyones system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Years can be spent in a frantic effort to make things right, to do things right. All to no avail, nothing you can ever do is quite good enough, nothing seemingly can be done to prevent the next beating. You are so constantly told it is your fault, you deserved or earned the beating because you did or didn’t do…… or at least it wasn’t done well enough. If we are told anything often enough we will actually begin to believe it. Being told constantly you are not good enough, self esteem start to lag of even disappear all together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fear becomes a constant emotion. Fear of the beatings and abuse, but also fear of leaving. Self esteem has dropped to the level, self doubts prevail. Am I good enough, strong enough to make it on my own. Fear of not being able to support yourself or the kids. You are trapped, afraid and dreading the thought of staying but equally fearing and dreading the uncertainty of leaving. A feeling of hopelessness and helplessness prevails, the self esteem or any that may be left disappears. You are trapped. Gradually, any and all resistance wanes and disappears, what is the point. You are beaten down and just to tired to fight or really even care any more. It just becomes easier to just give in to the will of others, do what they want. Just no energy to fight for anything, it is just pointless anyway, I am helpless to do anything for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, this is just understanding according to “Bill”. I admit to being out of my understanding level with this, but I am trying to get a handle on something that is literally destroying so many lives. I write about living life to the fullest as you are facing death. Here we have countless numbers of people unable to even live life as it is intended to be lived because of the control, domination and abuse of another. It is just so sad, such a waste of precious time on this earth. It just makes really no sense to me. I want and pray that everyone lives a long healthy happy life. Somehow within myself I seem to feel almost a need to help in this tragic situation. I just don’t know how, feed back or suggestions please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My good friend Lori wrote of how it can reach the point where an escape of safe zone can actually be place right in front of the victim but they just can’t see it for what it is. I am at a loss for words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a title="http://hudds53.wordpress.com/2008/05/10/dying-mans-daily-journal-learned-helplessness-insight/" href="http://hudds53.wordpress.com/2008/05/10/dying-mans-daily-journal-learned-helplessness-insight/"&gt;Dying  Man’s Daily Journal - Learned Helplessness insight « Dying mans daily  journal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-7187859844859581873?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7187859844859581873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=7187859844859581873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7187859844859581873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7187859844859581873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/bill.html' title='Words about Abuse from a Good Man.'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-3789384171203940948</id><published>2008-05-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:02:10.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage advice for men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='withholding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex in marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><title type='text'>Advice for Men: How to Create an Unhappy Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Obviously, overt abuse will do it, as will infidelity, but there are also  covert and unthinking ways, to suck the lifeblood and happiness out of any  woman. Some of these techniques fall under the category of 'withholding'. So  here's my short list for tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Stop all fun and romance, and  preferably sex as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all those good times you had before you  got married? The dinner and dancing dates, the parties, the long talks? Well,  stop all that immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, she married you so now she's stuck  and she's not going anywhere without a whole lot of trouble. Stop courting her  and complimenting her. Do not ask her out on a date. She'll be happy watching  ESPN with you. Do not buy her flowers or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;femmy&lt;/span&gt; gifts like jewelry and lingerie. Especially  avoid going on vacation. Vacation removes the focus of your relationship from her  being your maid/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gardener&lt;/span&gt;/secretary/tax and investment advisor/ and  all around girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; to having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Let her know  how sexy you find other women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely watch porn. If she objects, be  sure to tell her she needs to deal with her insecurity and stop being so  controlling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogle other women when you are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment on  the sexiness of movie stars, random women on he street, and your teenage  daughter's friends. Letting your wife know how hot you think her girlfriends are  is particularly effective. This serves the dual purpose of hurting her sexual  confidence while making her uncomfortable having her friends around you, thus  isolating her from support systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Treat her like an employee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is primarily getting cheap labor right? Be sure to try to get her to do  more and more. Point out frequently how you provide most of the money and how  she therefore owes you. This works very well if you have inherited wealth and you do next to nothing. Be sure to flaunt the newest gadget you got while she does  without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be especially demeaning, tell her to give you a  bill for the work she does. This ensures that her loving contributions to the  partnership are treated like mere services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Don't keep your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt; builds  trust and a sense of partnership. Breaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt; will destroy trust. You don't have to  treat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to  your wife like a commitment to someone else. It's okay to keep her waiting.   It's okay to say you'll do something and then not do it ever. This way you train  her to not believe a word you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do not listen to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she  gets tired of all of the above and tries to talk to you, whatever you do - do  not listen or attempt to understand her point of view and  feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately ask her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you blaming me?" or "Are you saying  it's my fault?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This effectively moves the focus from her complaint and  puts her on the defensive. She will now  try to explain that she is not  blaming you and her complaint is lost in the hub-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bub&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Do not take the initiative to work  things through - ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the 'time out' technique"? This  is a common method couples use to go calm down so they can get back together and  work things out. Since you don't want to work things out, you just want her to  stop her bitching, you can ask for a time out, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to act like  nothing happened the next day. Most problems resolve themselves - NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  No matter what she says about how unhappy she is or that she may need to end the  marriage - do not believe her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just words, just so much blah, blah,  blah. She's probably got PMS or in the older woman, perhaps  menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you really want to make her crazy, when she finally  leaves your neglectful sorry ass to make a life where she is appreciated,  cherished and adored, act astonished when you come home to find she has moved  out. Tell her you realize how much you love her and that you want to work on the  relationship. Then of course, do none of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-3789384171203940948?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3789384171203940948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=3789384171203940948' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3789384171203940948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3789384171203940948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/advice-for-men-how-to-create-unhappy.html' title='Advice for Men: How to Create an Unhappy Marriage'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-3495279659049037189</id><published>2008-05-07T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:28:02.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parataxic distortion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostile attribution bias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Evans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Hope is the enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=paobw-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/paobw-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when he is 'playing nice' are actually harder on me than total cold disengagement. I feel so much better when I don't interact with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we actually appeared to resolve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something. &lt;/span&gt;And he has really been helpful with day to day household needs. But that is a far cry from dealing with the fundamental problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still thinks it is perfectly fine to tell me what I am doing, what I think and what I feel. He ran a whole trip on me Sunday. He told me that I had 'berated' him the night before. That then I felt good because I had gone off on him and that was why I was now feeling happy. None of it - none of it - had an ounce of truth in it. In fact he had the whole thing completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not 'berate' him, I expressed some of the pain I felt when he had done certain things. It did not feel good, I felt horrible. I was happy on Sunday, but that was because I had spent a lot of time work through my feelings and adjusting my thinking to disconnect from him once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell him what was really going on with me because Patricia Evans advises not to explain in response to someone who is defining you. She says that this just gives them the impression that it is okay to define you, but in this instance they were wrong. I did tell him he was wrong, and tried to point out how illogical it is to think he could know what I was doing, thinking and feeling, but he does not agree. He says it is his 'intuition'. No amount of reality will convince him otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he had read a little bit in a John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gottman&lt;/span&gt; book about power sharing in a marriage. That's good. But I told him that in order for me to begin to feel safe with him, I need to know that he is reading or doing something everyday. He nodded and was sweet and said he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old avoidance. Same old saying one thing and doing another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that those old hopeful feelings come up again. That desire to feel safe, the desire to feel loved and cherished. Hope, has become my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least hope for a happy life with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; is the enemy. Hope for me, hope for a better life for myself is the hope I need to nurture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-3495279659049037189?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3495279659049037189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=3495279659049037189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3495279659049037189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3495279659049037189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/hope-is-enemy.html' title='Hope is the enemy'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-4728841884593637462</id><published>2008-05-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:56:11.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invalidation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Evans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Verbal Abuse Bingo</title><content type='html'>I have been working on learning to detach, to see his behavior as the immature silliness that it is. When he is unable to upset me, he is deprived of the payoff of feeling powerful. Patricia Evans suggested his name calling is at the emotional level of a three year old calling someone a 'pooh pooh head'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look for ways to see the absurdity and not let it get to me. I have created Verbal Abuse Bingo cards. I am thinking of putting a couple of them in the kitchen, and inviting him to play too. When I hear that type of abuse, I would go get my card and cheerfully mark out that spot with a flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get 5 in a row - I'll gleefully yell out "Verbal Abuse Bingo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might put some fun in dysfunctional and maybe keep him mindful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so contrary he may stop the abuse just to block me from getting Bingo. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1uDexAqE048/SB_Fo2EcA0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NWnX3A4usNc/s1600-h/scan0001.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1uDexAqE048/SB_Fo2EcA0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NWnX3A4usNc/s320/scan0001.gif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-4728841884593637462?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4728841884593637462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=4728841884593637462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4728841884593637462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4728841884593637462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/05/verbal-abuse-bingo_05.html' title='Verbal Abuse Bingo'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1uDexAqE048/SB_Fo2EcA0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NWnX3A4usNc/s72-c/scan0001.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-4184187313977504471</id><published>2008-04-30T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:55:27.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lundy Bancroft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='made me do it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusers'/><title type='text'>Let's Make a Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=654-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/654-1.jpg" alt="Let's Make a Deal" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night he tells me he is sorry he called me a bitch. Unfortunately, further conversation revealed that he is still holding me responsible for how he behaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that in order to feel safe with him again, I need to know that he accepts full responsibility for his behavior and that name calling will not happen in the future under any circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?", he said. "You want me to just unilaterally disarm?" "This isn't a war", I told him. "Weapons have no place in a marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed out that I had stopped yelling, because I knew it bothered him. I no longer slam doors. I don't try to continuing engaging with him when he wants to stop talking, even though he has not kept a 'time out' agreement in a year. (When he takes a 'time out' it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean he is going to go calm down so we can better discuss the issue. It is his way of disengaging for weeks.) "I did all that", I told him, "and your behavior has not changed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  wouldn't agree  to a ban on name calling regardless of circumstances. (double standard here). Basically, he says if I do something to make him mad (like tell him I am upset about something he did or didn't do) then he will reserve the right to 'fight back'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Lundy Bancroft says in "Why does he do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He justifies his hurtful or frightening acts or says that you "made him do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The abuser uses your behavior as an excuse for his own. He therefore refuses to commit unconditionally to stop using a degrading or intimidating behavior. Instead, he insists on setting up a quid pro quo, where he says he'll stop some form of abuse if you agree to give up something that bothers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him, &lt;/span&gt;which often will be something that you have every right to do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to take that 'deal'. I could use 'I feel' statements and stroking and never raise my voice over a whisper and he would still find a way to justify abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean I deserve to be abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-4184187313977504471?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4184187313977504471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=4184187313977504471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4184187313977504471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4184187313977504471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-make-deal.html' title='Let&apos;s Make a Deal'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-299337188533172873</id><published>2008-04-27T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:47:05.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lundy Bancroft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why does he do that?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entitlement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusers'/><title type='text'>Bizarre Distortions of Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Copy2ofbw12-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/Copy2ofbw12-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading "Why does he do that?" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lundy&lt;/span&gt; Bancroft. He says abusers twist things into their opposites. My husband does that in matters small and large. Here's an example from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of trying to make light conversation with Bob. He had cooked, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; very hungry, so I sat down to eat with him. I was trying to tell him about a conversation I had that I thought might be of interest to him. I started to tell the story and he interrupted me to comment on an aside. He didn't interrupt me in mid-sentence so I responded to his question. And then another and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His questions didn't sound like real questions, i.e. requests for information about my point of view but more like a poorly done cross examination. I tired to get back to what I was originally trying to say a couple of times between questions. Finally I say, I'd like to get back to the point I was making. I said this in a completely calm, polite way. He said &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh, so I just shouldn't say anything?"&lt;/span&gt; in a hostile tone. "What are you talking about?"  I asked him. I took time to respond to your comments and you now suggest I am saying you shouldn't say anything just because I said would like to return to my original point??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Well you got mad". "Are you asking me how I feel or telling me?" I asked. He then asked me. I told him I had felt slightly frustrated. It seems he will pick up on a feeling, (although any gradation of frustration or annoyance is the equivialant of rage to him), and then assume he &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knows why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am feeling this way. In this case, his twisted interpretation seemed to be that I didn't want him to say &lt;em&gt;anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is feeling muzzled because I no longer stay around to listen to his abuse. Where's the fun in being abusive if there's no one there to abuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is one of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parataxic&lt;/span&gt; distortions, reacting to me as if I were his parents. Hey remember me Bob? It's Jennie, your old pal. The one you used to talk with for hours when you were interested in my point of view. Remember when we shared ideas, sometimes agreed, sometimes not, but both enjoyed the exchange? I'm still that same person. If you had talked to me in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; the way you do now, I never would have talked with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is this his way of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;controlling&lt;/span&gt; the conversation like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bancroft&lt;/span&gt; says. In his book B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ancroft&lt;/span&gt; answers the question "Why d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oes&lt;/span&gt; he say that I am abusing him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "The lens of entitlement the abuser holds over his eyes stands everything on its head. . . " Why does he think that I am the one that is doing all the talking? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Perhaps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; as B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ancroft&lt;/span&gt; explains "[I]n his mind she's supposed to be listening, not talking. If she expresses herself at all, that's too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bancroft says that when he challenges his clients to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; bullying their partners, they twist his words around just as they do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; partners'. (I'm not sure 'partner' is the most accurate word to describe the women who are with abusers). "They accuse me of having said things that have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;connection&lt;/span&gt; to my actual words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is discouraging to know that some men even do that to a male counselor. Yet is is affirming to know that it isn't my fault. His view of reality really is that distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-299337188533172873?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/299337188533172873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=299337188533172873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/299337188533172873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/299337188533172873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/04/bizarre-distortions-of-reality.html' title='Bizarre Distortions of Reality'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-7046344540434727172</id><published>2008-04-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:58:52.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonexistent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignoring'/><title type='text'>Nonexistent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=invisible-1-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/invisible-1-1-1.jpg" alt="invisible" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more disconcerting behaviors, that I seem never to become accustomed to, is his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretending that nothing is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;  Acting like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is happening. All is well. Time  heals all wounds, without any apologies, any understanding, any resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks ago I told him that since he had not changed his behavior, I needed to withdraw from him emotionally and limit my interaction with him as much as possible. Two weeks ago I asked him to quit even touching me. Yet tonight, he asks me if I want to go out to dinner. You would think that after all this time I would somehow be used to it. But I'm not. But I have changed how I act when he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dodged. Yep, I guess that is a verbal abuse technique, but I didn't do it to abuse. I did need to leave the house right then, but even when I came back, I didn't give him a reply. Nor, surprisingly, did he ask. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to wait until he asked again hoping he might catch a glimpse of how it feels to not be responded to, as if he hadn't even asked.  Not to hurt him, but to help him understand. But then I  didn't know if I should just say "No thanks" or whether I should tell him how that strikes me in view of what I have said. Seems like he is ignoring the obvious - there is a problem. He does that in so many areas of his life. I know it isn't limited to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who knows, in his world, maybe instead of giving a direct answer to a direct question, people just ignore you if they mean no. No, I don't think that's it. At least it isn't that way on a business level for him. There have been times when he would continue to call and call a prospect who was sort of shining him on long after I thought, they just don't want to tell you no. But it might be different in the area of personal and women relationships for him. Hmmm, I wonder if he even thinks of me like a woman relationship. I doubt it. Doesn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe his invitation was just an impulsive act springing from the thought of the moment. Once he forgot about it, I am so nonexistent to him the fact that he had extended an invitation to me wouldn't matter once it was no longer on his mind. I think that's more likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am twisting my brain into a pretzel, getting a headache, trying, again, to figure out what they hell is this guy thinking. Guess I better stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/158062569X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=158062569X"&gt;Controlling People: How to Recognize, Understand, and Deal With People Who Try to Control You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=158062569X" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-7046344540434727172?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7046344540434727172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=7046344540434727172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7046344540434727172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/7046344540434727172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/04/nonexistent.html' title='Nonexistent'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-1111250575004094307</id><published>2008-04-22T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:34:06.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more I can do here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/smileys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=woman-bitch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/smileys/woman-bitch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My abusive husband says that he called me a bitch because I provoked him. Classic abuser thinking. As if I had the power to move the muscles of his lips. And to force his hand to pick up my telephone and throw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that nothing can be done so long as he either honestly believes or hopes that I'll believe, that his abusive behavior is due to my so called 'provocation'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has an incredible sense of entitlement. He calls names, throws things and says it is my fault. I try to tell him how I feel when he does those things and he immediately says "You're blaming me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the 'blame' word never entered my mind. The need to find out who is to blame is a feature of dysfunctional relating. But even if 'blame' were, relevant, Here is how he sees it: What I do causes his feelings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;his behavior, but what he does is in no way causes my feelings. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I asked him to quit touching me. I hate the way he tries to act nice when this stuff has happened. But he always does. So he said he would quit touching me. We speak only a few words to each other during the day, and of course I sleep alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel lonely and shut out when that would happen. Now I just feel relief. I am doing so much better now that I don't engage with him. And now that I have given up hope. Well, maybe not all hope. When I move out, I guess there is some possibility he will reconsider whether he has a problem. But I have no hope that anything will change until I do something that drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, at least I have peace. I am finding it easier to concentrate on my work. I am getting the backlog done slowly but surely. I don't spend time fixing the house up and the yard now, because I won't be here. I am so sad about that because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this house. And I wanted so badly to have a home. But it's not home where someone is abusing you, no matter how beautiful the floors and walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-1111250575004094307?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1111250575004094307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=1111250575004094307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/1111250575004094307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/1111250575004094307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-more-i-can-do-here.html' title='Nothing more I can do here'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/smileys/th_woman-bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-3007313661096355102</id><published>2008-04-15T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:56:42.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Evans'/><title type='text'>What would this conversation sound like in a healthy relationsip?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=She-Could-No-Longer-Pretend-Magnet-.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/She-Could-No-Longer-Pretend-Magnet-.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that helps me not get caught up in the craziness is to ask myself "What would this conversation sound like in a healthy relationship?" Here is just one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how it went:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from a day running errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: It's 3:00, that's when I told you I'd be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: It's 3:00! Oh no. My watch stopped. I thought it was only 1:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;I knew Bob had an appointment in the late afternoon but not exactly when. Today was the deadline to mail our tax returns. Last night he said he would do it today. Now I was concerned that if he was running late, either I might need to do it, or he might forget them because he was in a hurry.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Are you going to mail the tax returns when you go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: (in an irritated voice) "You don't understand. I thought it was two hours earlier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I realize that you thought it was two hours earlier. What is it you think I don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: You don't understand that I'm late and I don't even have the papers I need to take together yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Well it is true I don't know those things. Did you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: I told you it is two hours later than I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Yes, I understand it is later than you thought but I don't know what time you need to leave or what preparations you need to make first. I wouldn't know that because you didn't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Not having heard any request yet, I went into another room&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: (&lt;em&gt;yelling from the other room&lt;/em&gt;) Could you mail the tax returns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;I did mail the tax returns but did not offer any other assistance due to the way he was behaving.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is how the conversation would go in similar circumstances in a healthy relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Are you going to mail the tax returns when you go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: I know I said I would do it, but since I just realized my watch stopped, I'm running late. I need to leave in ten minutes and I still need to get my papers together. I would really appreciate it if you would mail them. Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Sure honey. Sorry your watch stopped. Is there anything I can do to help you get your things together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so freakin simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Evans says that verbal abusers not only think they can read your mind, but that you can read theirs too. Bob acted as if I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have known what time he needed to leave. I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have known that he wasn't ready yet. I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have known that he wanted me to mail the tax returns All without him explaining his situation to me and making a request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; have to acknowledge that he said he would do it. He &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; have to ask me politely for my help. I should just know what his situation is, what he wants me to do, and just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master psychic that he is, he also knows why I asked if he would be mailing the returns. He knows it wasn't because I was concerned that if he was running late he might want me to do it or if he still intended to do it, that he might forget because he was in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Evans compares the relationship of the abusive man to his wife with that of a child with his Teddy Bear. Teddy would know. Teddy would just take care of it. It's a wonder he didn't get upset that I didn't call him while I was out to tell him his watch had stopped. Teddy would know his watch had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/158062569X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=158062569X"&gt;Controlling People: How to Recognize, Understand, and Deal With People Who Try to Control You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=158062569X" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-3007313661096355102?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3007313661096355102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=3007313661096355102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3007313661096355102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3007313661096355102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-would-this-conversation-sound-like.html' title='What would this conversation sound like in a healthy relationsip?'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-8007348412992878154</id><published>2008-03-31T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:14:41.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Evans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Is there hope for me?</title><content type='html'>Today I made an appointment for a phone consultation with Patricia Evans. I feel better just after my conversation with her to set up the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I was feeling beaten down, but maybe I didn't realize how far I have fallen. During my conversation with Patricia she said "You're smart" and "You're doing a good job" and "You can have a vibrant career with a lot of men to date who you could drop at the first hint of abuse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry when she said those things. How long has it been since anyone told me those things? How did I lose so much faith in myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-8007348412992878154?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8007348412992878154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=8007348412992878154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/8007348412992878154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/8007348412992878154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-there-hope-for-me.html' title='Is there hope for me?'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-5308567396364381094</id><published>2008-03-15T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:15:41.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Did I mention my drinking problem?</title><content type='html'>I was never much of a drinker - until I married him. Then the pain along with being trapped in the same house, unable to get away, being forced to see him, I started drinking to cope with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only at night, but now, every night. Before bed I drink. 2, 3, shots of something. If something really painful has happened, more, much more. Occasionally so that I have a slight hangover in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I am gone, I suspect I will stop drinking like this and return to my 2 drinks on a weekend night out with friends pre-marital level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being married to him. I really truly hate it. I wish I could turn back the clock and say no. I wish that the times I left him before we were married that I had stayed gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had too much hope, too much faith in his ability to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I had that kind of hope and faith in myself. At one time I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-5308567396364381094?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5308567396364381094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=5308567396364381094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5308567396364381094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5308567396364381094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-i-mention-my-drinking-problem.html' title='Did I mention my drinking problem?'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-4459296206164306907</id><published>2008-03-15T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:17:03.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partnership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>No abuse, but no partnership either</title><content type='html'>Even when he isn't being ordering or cranky or calling me names and telling me what I am doing and what I am thinking as if he can read my mind, it still doesn't seem like he knows I am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of our marriage, there was no sense of partnership, no sense of 'we'. I was struck by Patricia Evans saying that in a verbally abusive marriage, the couple doesn't really plan together. The man won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even get a honeymoon period between abusive episodes. The best it gets, with rare exceptions, is nothingness. When I realized I now think of the absence of contact as an improvement, I feel very sad. How in the hell did I get stuck in this? Excellent question. We'll take that up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-4459296206164306907?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4459296206164306907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=4459296206164306907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4459296206164306907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4459296206164306907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-abuse-but-no-partnership-either.html' title='No abuse, but no partnership either'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-5173087091088512751</id><published>2008-02-16T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:44:05.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent treatment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Evans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream woman'/><title type='text'>Pretend relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dream-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff304/pjulieanne/dream-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now that I am learning more about the roots of vebal abuse, I understand why I called this blog "Keep it Real." [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;note - that was the original title of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;]. It is because my so-called 'relationship' isn't real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Patricia Evans says that verbal abusers pretend a lot. They pretend that they live inside you and therefore know what you are feeling and thinking and what your motives are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She says that it is precisely when you are most authentic, that the abuser becomes the most enraged. They have created in their minds a "dream woman" and whenever you show that you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;their imaginary friend they feel attacked by your separateness. It is like the only woman they can accept is one who doesn't feel anything they don't want you to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In my case, I have definitely felt for a long time that he is trying to squash me. Like whenever the real Jennie shows up, especially if she is hurt by something he does, he will try to put her back in the box. The dream woman would never feel upset by him because she would think he is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now I realize that I never have had a real relationship with him. I doubt that I will, but maybe there is a chance - if he sees it. I am a great believer in people's ability to grow and change and heal, but realistically, I don't think that will happen here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is hard to get up the energy to do what I need to do to extricate myself from this marriage. And it is even harder to give up the dream of what I wanted to have. It is hard to give up the beautiful house I have and go back to an apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But in a way, I have to give up my dreams for this marriage in order to have a shot at fulfilling my true desires. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; desires. My desire to be seen for who I am, good and bad. And truly, most of it is good. I am a good person. I am not the vindictive, mean, person out to get him that he thinks I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is ironic how it is precisely because he continues to think the worst of me that I get to that point sometimes of feeling hate for him. I don't really hate him, I hate being put in a box. I hate having my so-called 'partner' think the worst of me. I have not acted in a way which merits his paranoia. It is his issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He seems to like me best when I am 'nice'. It seems that it is not terribly important to him that I actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; happy, just that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;act&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; happy in order to fulfill his need to have a Barbie doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well I'm not happy and he says he is "tired of you feeling that way". It must be exhausting or him to always have to fight to extinguish the real person because it is exhausting for me to have to fight to keep the real person alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right now he is giving me the silent treatment. I guess maybe he thinks that is really hurting me for him to withdraw his love and affection and communication. He would probably be surprised to learn that actually it is a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Patricia Evans says that they get a feeling of power from frustrating you by withholding. So my job is to show how little it affects me. I need to not give him the payoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But really, you can't have a relationship with someone who get off on withholding. That's not relating, that's a win-lose power battle. I'll just float away, like a swan, drifting away smoothly to a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/158062569X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=158062569X"&gt;Controlling People: How to Recognize, Understand, and Deal With People Who Try to Control You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=getverabuofmy-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=158062569X" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important; font-family: verdana;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-5173087091088512751?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5173087091088512751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=5173087091088512751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5173087091088512751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/5173087091088512751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/pretend-relationship.html' title='Pretend relationship'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-4034406965867311671</id><published>2008-02-10T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:41:28.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invalidation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Evans'/><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So maybe this blog will turn out to be about verbal and other emotional abuse and my escape from it. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;end. He will either knock it off or I will be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel so exhausted. So tired of having to fight to even be heard, to say no you may not invalidate my feelings. I am so tired of so many interactions feeling like battles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Three weeks ago he called me a bitch - again. He made it about five months between contemptuous names this time. The last was in August when he called me a cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This time, I bought one of Patricia Evan's books "The Verbally Abusive Man. - Can he Change?", and borrowed two of her other books from the library. After reading them, so many pieces of the puzzle are coming together for me. And I am changing the way I react to his attempts to define me. That seems to be the common thread - he attempts to define me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today I told him how I sometimes feel like I am in a war. Well, he didn't like my feelings so he told me my feelings were "not productive" and even "destructive". Unfortunately I did get caught up in a bit of an "explaining" session with him which Patricia says not to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is amazing, that he would presume to tell me which of my feelings are "not productive". As if he is some sort of emotional master rather than emotionally developmentally delayed. Unbelieveable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am worn out. I started the day feeling happy and looking forward to it, and then the battle began. The weather was nice today and I went for a walk and talked with a friend on the phone. That was good. Otherwise, it has just been draining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I came home from the walk, it seemed the life that had stirred in me now froze. Froze when I saw his face in the window and knew I had to be in the same house with him. Froze because it seems that going into an emotional deep freeze is the only way to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I will make it. Somehow I will make it. I'll get a job. I'll get other things in my life squared away. I'll get out. I'll get gone. This isn't living and it sure as hell isn't love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-4034406965867311671?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4034406965867311671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=4034406965867311671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4034406965867311671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/4034406965867311671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291233077621229166.post-3968272884619108213</id><published>2007-09-14T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:39:42.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I hate my husband.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know I'm not alone. I don't know if any other women hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; husband, but I'm pretty sure there are other women who hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;their&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; husbands. We just don't say so do we. But we think it, and we feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for treating me so disrespectfully. I hate him for calling me "bitch", "cunt". Those words cut deep and a woman can never feel the same way about a man after he calls her that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for forgetting I am a woman and treating me like his servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for rarely sleeping in the same bed with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for rarely taking a vacation with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for rarely taking me out on a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for rarely bringing me flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate his cluelessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for making sexual comments about other women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for looking at porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for only making love to me once a month since we got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate him for being so cheap with me even though he has lots of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He is so fucking lazy. He is the laziest man I have ever seen. I had no idea. His schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;noon: wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-1:30 lay in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-3:00 get up and eat breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-4:30 get the mail and read catalogs and offers for miracle cures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-6:30 go on internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-8:00 make dinner and eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-11:00 play the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-3:00 back on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;except on rare occasions, schedule does not include housework, or even moving his own shit off the dining table or anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay. I admit it, I sound like a bitch. But which came first? The way he treated me came first. I was not like this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why doesn't she just leave you ask? I am. I am leaving. There's a world out there.There is life out there. I want to live again.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291233077621229166-3968272884619108213?l=nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3968272884619108213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291233077621229166&amp;postID=3968272884619108213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3968272884619108213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291233077621229166/posts/default/3968272884619108213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreverbalabuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-my-husband.html' title='I hate my husband.'/><author><name>jennie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
