Women do well out of divorce – except when divorcing an abuser

Like you, I’ve heard people comment in the past that women do well out of divorce. I watched, read about and listened to countless men lament about how they have been taken to the cleaners by the ‘ex-wife’. It’s a particular favourite of male comedians I’ve noticed to make jokes like “I used to be rich but then I got divorced” and so on. I also personally know many women who have never had a career or any opportunity to amass fortunes of their own, have got married and never had to work, then got divorced and now seem to be in the same enviable position (own house/no mortgage and a regular monthly income) but not married. Where is their money coming from? The ex-husband.

With all this evidence around me, I had no choice but to believe the widely held view that women do well out of divorce and (that being the case) the other widely held view is that men do badly in divorces. Being a natural sceptic – actually, sceptic has negative connotations. It’s truer to say that I have a naturally questioning nature and tend to (naturally) differentiate fact and opinion. So, being naturally ‘cautious’, I always thought this belief about divorce and how women do well out of it to be rather hackneyed but I had no evidence to back me up and plenty of evidence not to. That was until I got divorced myself that is.

Irrespective of the fact that he was controlling and abusive throughout our marriage, my ex-husband had his own house before we met. I didn’t but I had my own business, which whilst miles away from being an empire, was doing okay and making enough to pay the bills and then some. My ex had given up his job (in banking) to set up his own business, which at the time we met was not doing well as it was in its early stages. Fair enough. He had sold his house and just completed on a new one a couple of months before we met. Anyway, to cut a long story short, we met, started dating and moved in (at his insistence) within a few months. We got married a year later. During the early stages of our relationship, the money my business was bringing in paid most of the bills while has business got established. He then insisted we join the businesses up. I didn’t want to but we were married and at the time that’s what I thought you had to do as a married couple – share everything. I was also getting pressure from his parents to do what he suggested and “go along with him” because it would be easier in the long run. So, we joined the businesses up – even though they operated in completely different and none complementary sectors. However, mine continued to thrive, his didn’t. Rather cleverly, however, by making himself commercial director of the two companies he had complete control over all of the finances. I didn’t get a salary, instead he gave me money for food shopping and anything else I had to ask for, which always provoked an abusive response. One time, I needed new tires on my car and I’d been telling him for months until the ones I had on were pretty much illegal and I had a business meeting to drive to that was some 300 miles round trip. He still refused to give me the money so I had to do the trip on illegal and downright dangerous tires. In the end I had to resort to what I consider to be under handed conduct to get the money (and which my business was generating!!!) to get my new tires. I sneaked into his office when he wasn’t there, took the company cheque book and cashed a cheque at the bank for the money for the tires. I knew he’d find out, so I told him what I’d done after the tires had been fitted and my car was once again legal and safe and he went absolutely ballistic. I got such abuse after that one.

There were loads of other incidences like that that I could go into but I’m getting off the point here about divorce. I wanted to just set the scene for you to show how things were financially during my abusive marriage.

Anyway, when I left him, there was loads of legal wrangling about the businesses and stuff that had gone on there (he’d been misappropriating money and fraudulently applying for financial grants and so on). Aside from that, there was the small matter for me of divorce and I knew I would have to be the one to do it because he would never divorce me. I also knew, because of his abusive character, that I would need legal help – and the right sort of legal help (your average high street lawyer is not equipped to handle characters like him) and that doesn’t come cheap. So, I engaged an expensive but really good city-based lawyer who knew exactly what she was dealing with and advised me appropriately. I didn’t worry too much about the money because I knew that there was equity in the family home that I was entitled to which would cover the divorce costs. I didn’t really care about money above and beyond that because I just wanted to be free of him and his crap AND I knew I could start making money from my new business (like I had before) as soon as it was all over.

It was at that time, I trawled the internet, websites, forums, blogs and so on looking for information from people who had left abusive marriages, divorced their spouses from those marriages. I wanted to know how much money they’d got – these women who supposedly (according to popular opinion) had done so well out of divorce. I found nothing. I assumed (at the time) that it was because divorce and financial settlements are taboo subjects that people (even anonymously) don’t want to talk about. However, I now know that that wasn’t the case. Certainly not in my case anyhow. I can reveal to the world here that who does better out of the divorce has nothing to do with whether you are a man or a woman, how much money you had before you got married or how much you accrued during the marriage, it all depends upon who you were married to and what type of character they are. Unfortunately, (man or woman) if you were married to a controlling abuser with narcissistic personality disorder or anyone of that nature you will come out of the divorce at best with nothing and at worst heavily in debt. That is just the way it is. And looking back in hindsight I wish I’d accepted that sooner than I did because I perhaps would not have fought quite so hard to defend my rights, which is where the lawyers fees went. I would have just got divorced from him as soon as I could and got on with rebuilding my life.

My ex husband used all his best controlling, abusive manipulation to ensure that there was no money at the end of the day. He sold the house (the one asset) to a “friend” for £100K less than it had been valued some six months earlier, which meant that there was nothing left after all the mortgage arrears were cleared (yes, I also found out he had £23,000 of mortgage arrears). I had no way of proving that there was money elsewhere, he’d made sure of that and yet my side of the business had generated over £125,000 of business during the previous 12 months! Where was all that money? I didn’t know and to this day I still don’t.

So, if anyone is out there, like I was three years ago, looking for evidence that they will get a financial settlement, if you are divorcing this type of character, chances are you won’t. They are the meanest people on earth and in my husband’s case, also very astute. They know exactly what they can do to get away with it. and unless you can prove otherwise and even then the law is not on your side because certain information such as that obtained without their prior knowledge is not acceptable in many courts.

So, all those women I know who are living a life of lunches and golf days in a house that was paid for with the divorce settlement and enjoy monthly maintenance payments so they don’t have to work and all those ex-wives of comedians were not only married to rich men, they were married to honest and decent men (although, I doubt they would agree). It’s true though, if your ex is the type of character who approaches divorce from the point of view of winning the battle – NO MATTER WHAT – like my ex was, there will be nothing left. My husband was determined I would get nothing and he was even willing to destroy himself in the process as well as me.

There is an upside to this though: he destroyed himself and thought he was destroying me because he thought I needed the money like he did to survive. Well, while he is now destroyed, I have survived – even without the money. Ha, he didn’t see that coming did he!


Theme change

Hi to everyone!

If you’re new to this site, this won’t apply to you but if you are one of its very valuable and valued followers, I’d like to explain a bit about the change of theme. You will remember the last one was a green colour and had an illustration of a woman down the right hand side. The boxes were also dark green and the text white. While I like the girl image (which lent itself to the title of the Thinking Woman), I was beginning to find the dark boxes and white text a strain to read. If I found it a strain, I’m sure some of you must have. So, I’ve changed to a much ‘cleaner’ design. Cleaner and easier on the eye.

Hope you like it! x


Ex husband threatening suicide

My ex-husband turned up at my door the other day. Luckily, I saw him coming through the window so I had a minute or so to collect myself. It’s like him to turn up unannounced, no warning, in the middle of the working day. I knew that if I didn’t answer the door, he wouldn’t go away but then I feared that if I did, he would put his foot in it like he used to so I would not be able to close it and get rid of him. I felt fearful but at the same time, bolstered by the knowledge I’ve spent the past two years acquiring about people like him. He has a personality disorder, I’m sure of it, and it makes him unpredictable, arrogant and manipulative. That was my other fear, that he would try and manipulate me into listening to him or doing something. On my way down to answer the door, I decided it was time to put into practice the one thing I’ve learned as the only way to deal with his sort that works, and the only thing I never did just after I left him and that is to “cut the tie”. But there was a part of me that was curious – I wanted to know what he was up to, why he was here but I knew it would be dangerous to engage in conversation.

I opened the door and said: “What do you want?” I know it was wrong. I should have said “go away” but a part of me wanted to give him the opportunity to show me that he’s changed somehow (I know, I know…. silly me!). He said: “I’ve just come to see you.” I said: “Well, I don’t want to see you.” He then proved to me that he has not changed a bit and nor does he have any intention of doing so by saying: “What about the dog?” to which I replied: “He doesn’t want to see you either.” He then proceeded to try and engage me in one of his arguments to try and ‘guilt’ me into doing what he wanted me to do, which was to invite him in so he could resume control over me.

For a tiny second, I began to feel sorry for him. He looked a pathetic figure, much older than I’d remembered all pallid and ageing. He also smiled when I opened the door and I remembered that smile from the first time we met, how open and engaging it was. A part of me wanted to jump into his arms and have him hug me and say sorry and that everything would be okay but then I remembered the many dozens of times I’d done that when we were married and everything had NOT been okay. It’s just his lair, his trap to try and get me in again. I didn’t fall for it. I told him to go away and I shut the door. He went.

A few days later, there was a knock at the door. This time it was a Police officer: “Are you [name]?” “yes” “May I come in a second?” I let the officer in. It was about Mr [name] (my ex husband). Apparently, he’d been in a business meeting (which obviously) had not been going his way and had stormed off in a rage, threatening to harm himself. The officer wanted to know if he had tried to contact me. I told the officer about his visit but I also told him that my husband and I have been divorced for a year now and he is no longer my responsibility nor am I interested in getting involved. The officer said he understood (because he was aware of the Police records of domestic violence against me), he apologised for disturbing me, thanked me for my time and left.

This was a great lesson for me in staying focused on my own need for closure and release rather than succumbing to my ex-huband’s demand for attention, drama and control.

As to him “harming himself”. I’m in two minds about that. On the one hand, I wish he would kill himself. I know that is a horrid thing to say but if you knew what hell that man has put me through for five years, you’d understand. On the other hand, I’d rather he didn’t because I know he would set it up so as to blame me, so that everyone would feel sorry for the abandoned husband who loved his wife so much that he couldn’t live without he and killed himself and he has ‘fans’ out there who would believe it. That’s the injustice I have to live with.

Anyway, so far no news so I am assuming that means he’s still alive.


Being abused can become an addiction

Controversial but true.

Why do I make such a contentious statement and who am I to presume such knowledge?

I’m a survivor and escapee of domestic abuse (physical, mental, emotional and financial). I married in 2005 after a whirlwind, 11-month relationship. We were married less than three months before the abuse began in earnest (although emotional abuse started on honeymoon). He took control of every aspect of our lives, including the business I’d spent 10 years building from scratch. I tried to leave him several times during our marriage but was penniless as he had control of all our money. Thankfully, I was blessed by a client (who had been a client since before I met my husband) who took pity on me and started to pay money directly into a an escape fund I set up in a secret bank account until I had enough money to run away. During our four-year marriage, I was beaten, spat at, pissed on, subjected to mental and emotional torture, humiliation, abuse, bullying, harassment and stalking and left almost £200,000 in debt. My husband was arrested three times cautioned. Since I left him, he has waged a one-man war against me, bad-mouthing me to anyone who will listen and turning the abuse around to make out he was the victim. I’ve spent the past two years studying abuse and trying to make sense of why it happened to me.

When I first left my husband, friends and family suggested I get the hell away – right away but I wouldn’t. I wanted to stay close because I thought, over time, he would come to accept our marriage was over and do the right thing (the right thing by both of us). I had financial issues to consider because of our business and felt sure that given time my husband would revert back to the charming, kind and reasonable man he was when I first met him. I felt that if I stayed close by and was ‘friendly’ to him that he would reciprocate with reasonableness. It never happened. All that happened was that I was available to more of his abuse, my suffering was prolonged and I unknowingly gave credence to his campaign of persuading people that he was the victim and me the perpetrator.

Looking back, I can see that getting the hell away would have been the better option for me and would have accelerated the healing process. It would have also been better for me if I’d accepted sooner that there would be no money, no divorce settlement nor ‘equitable sharing of the assets’. Abusers don’t share – especially with their victims. They are more likely to destroy everything – even if it means them going without – than to share (which is exactly what my husband did).

Looking back now, I can see that over time I’d become addicted to the abuse, to the drama and it was this addiction I was finding hard to let go of.

Physiological addiction – drama (which is what abusers live by) causes stress, which releases hormones and endorphins which if prolonged are addictive.

Psychological addiction – when living with constant abuse, over time, you numb yourself to ease the pain. The drama, although not pleasant at least makes you feel alive, although you don’t choose it. It’s not like you suddenly become masochistic. It’s also familiar and because you are so traumatised you feel the need to stay in familiar surroundings otherwise you can so easily become disorientated.

Being abused distorts your sense of reality. You see everyone as a potential perpetrator and every situation as potentially negative or challenging. You become paranoid. Drug addicts or alcoholics display many of these same symptoms and issues.

Of course none of this is done consciously. It’s not like you WANT to be addicted to abuse, it just happens if you are imprisoned by it and subjected to it for long enough.

The good side to all this is that, as with all addictions, it signposts the way to a cure, to healing from the addiction and becoming clean. A 12-step programme would probably yield amazing results with abuse victims, as it does with alcoholics but the first step is, as with all addictions, to realise and recognise that you are in fact addicted. Without that first step, the rest cannot unfold.


One day, the pretence becomes too great

A guy went on the rampage in Cumbria today, with a gun. He killed 13 people and injured 25 before shooting himself. Neighbours and those who knew him said his actions were “totally out of character” and that this was “a close-knit community where this sort of thing doesn’t happen”.

How often have we heard those statements after something like this?

We are all capable of evil, doing things that are otherwise ‘out of character’. Close-knit communities are great places to live when you are willing to ‘tow the line’, live by the rules and in accordance with other people’s expectations and on their terms. It works; people support each other, take care of each other, look out for each other. But it can also create tensions – big tensions! Tensions and resentments that grow and fester until one day…………

I’m not excusing evil. It is just that – evil. I am in no way sympathetic with today’s perpetrator of evil in Cumbria. I’ve no idea what drove him to do it and nor does anyone else – although (as you can imagine) there is a great deal of speculation right now. But what I do know is that communities, the world over, with their focus on pretence, building facades and portraying to the world that we’re perfect, life is perfect, doesn’t happen here, serve to hide evil, sweep it under the carpet, pretend it does not exist. They even, in a sense, feed it, nurture it (unwittingly) and allow it to grow.

What we need in this world is openness, acceptance that we are all human, flawed but doing our best. Maybe then we can shine a torch in the dark holes where evil hides and deal with it before it has a gun in its hand, or strangles the life out of prostitutes or imprisons its children in the cellar.

My abusive ex husband and his family are great examples of ‘community players’; involving themselves in every aspect of it: parish council, church, Women’s Institute, flower committee, art group – you name it. They portray this facade that they are so perfect, their family is so perfect, their lives are soooooo perfect when in reality their son has criminal convictions and a string of destruction behind him. I too am fully expecting the knock on the door at some point in the future from Police officers wanting to “ask you some questions about your ex-husband if we may” because he has committed some evil crime. I hope it never happens but when it does I will be the one saying “Oh yeah, I can believe it”.


Why do women stay with abusive men? Part 1

People often ask me this question. I’ve asked it of myself many times: why did I stay with my abusive ex husband for three years? Why did I keep coming back and giving him another chance? I think now, two years after I left and stayed away, I am able to answer it.

As well as being abusive, my ex husband was also one of the most loving and giving people I have ever met. The connection between us, from the start (and even to this day), was one of the strongest I have ever felt (comparable to my late mother whom I view as my ultimate ‘soul mate’).

Before I even met my husband, but had heard about him through our local community, it felt to me like there was a connection, like destiny almost that we were supposed to meet. No surprise then that the first time we met I recognised that connection and felt myself drawn in. He had this way of drawing you in, like great story-tellers, commanding the space, creating an air of anticipation and ultimately captivating your complete attention. But while I was giving him my complete attention, he also had this way of making me feel like I was the only person on the planet who mattered to him. There was this room full of people (a restaurant, a social gathering or professional engagement) and the room was buzzing with people giving him attention, and he was good at it, holding court like that, he loved it, but it was me who he sought out, it was me whose hand he took hold of and squeezed while still holding a conversation with the Mayor, it was me he really wanted – out of all of them – it was me! Yes, there is no doubting that as much as he liked to be centre of attention he also made me feel really special. When we were together, it was like we (the two of us) were really one and we were the only ones on the planet who shared this, who felt like this, who had this connection, like the Holy Grail, everyone talks about but no one can have, well we had it. He would utter statements to me of the same: “I’ve never felt like this before about anyone.” “You are so special.” “I love you so much.” “I can’t be without you.”

He also wanted to marry me – and soon – because he said “I love you so much, I want to spend every moment of my life with you”. Coming from anyone else, a statement like that would have had me retching, but from him it actually made sense. It was wholly and utterly believable.

In the past I’ve had boyfriends who were often indifferent and sometimes cold, often loving too but sometimes not. Either way, there was never that connection, that knowing, recognition of something much bigger than the two of us like I felt with my husband.

So, when the abuse started, my first reaction was disbelief. Had he really just hit me? I could feel the pain but I couldn’t believe what had just happened, didn’t want to I suppose. Not this man, not this wonderful, loving, kind man who had so far showed me nothing but devotion, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t possibly have just hit me, or raged at me in such purple anger like that. Abuse happens to other people not me. No, this was just a volatile argument that got out of hand.

My second reaction was self-blame. He did hit me (the bruising and swelling confirms it) but he is usually so charming, warm, loving, I must have driven him to it – I can be independent and challenging at times I know that (people have told me so) and I will not do as I am told (I have this stubborn streak). Perhaps it was a mistake; he didn’t mean it. Yes, I’m sure that’s true, he didn’t mean it. He’s out of the house now (he left just after the incident and has not come back). I’m sure when he comes back he will be full of remorse.

I was right. A few hours later he comes back with flowers, my favourite sweets and a bottle of wine (the brand I like). He gets down on his knees, takes my hands in his, looks up at me with tears in his eyes and says how sorry he is, how he loves me with all his heart and doesn’t know what came over him. He promises it will never happen again, it has never happened before and he guarantees it will never happen again. It’s less than three months since we walked down the aisle.

The rest of the weekend is wonderful, he is on his best behaviour, helps with the housework, cooks for me, walks the dog, draws a really lovely, bubbly bath for me and we make love, really tenderly, like we used to and I think – ah, I was right, it was a mistake and now everything is back to normal and it will not happen again. I wont mention it to anyone because we are all allowed one mistake right! But there’s this niggle in the back of my mind. I’m starting to feel like I have to walk on egg shells to try and avoid his rages.

It’s not long before another attack, this time initiated by me trying to appease him after he comes in all belligerent that he thinks he got caught by a speed camera on the way home. I said: “Well, don’t worry darling, maybe you didn’t and maybe it’ll be all right and you wont get a ticket.” to which he replies: “THAT’S FUCKING TYPICAL OF YOU, YOU BITCH. YOU CAN’T SEE IT MY WAY CAN YOU!! YOU JUST CAN’T ACCEPT THAT SOCIETY JUST DOESN’T ACCEPT ME AND THAT LIFE IS UNFAIR!!!” Then he proceeds to grab my hair and rough me up. I push him away and he falls over, comes back at me all purple in the face and red-eyed and screams at me that I HAVE TO LEARN THAT I CAN’T TREAT HIM LIKE THAT. I make a run for it and he runs after me. I try and shut myself in the spare room but I’m too late and he’s managed to get his foot in the door. I beg with him to leave me alone and he growls at me “NEVER, YOU STUPID BITCH! I’LL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE!” I back away from the door and he pushes it open. we argue, I leave and drive round in the car for an hour. I return and he’s sulking. This weekend, he sulks the whole time. He refused to speak to me, like a petulant child. I ask him what he would like for breakfast and he turns and makes this childish gesture across his lips that tells me he’s not talking to me. We don’t go out, we don’t speak. It’s horrid and I wonder how I ever got in to this. I am beginning to wonder if I will ever get out.

A few days later, he is Mr Charm again, can’t do enough for me and I think that perhaps it was a blip, that perhaps it was just his reaction to stress (he does seem to take a lot on – and I have never known anyone so addicted to drama!!). So, I let it lie, again. But now I realise, he has everything his way. The business I had for ten years before we got married is now half his. The marital home we share was his before we married and only his name is on the deeds. All the money I earn goes into the business bank account and I have no savings because I used those to pay towards the wedding. It begins to dawn on me – I’m trapped!

Of course, to the outside world we are the perfect couple. No one else sees all this going on behind closed doors. In public he is the loving, charming, Mr Wonderful I fell in love with, visibly spoiling me at every opportunity and in front of as many witnesses as possible (family, friends, colleagues) who by now must be thinking that I am a really moody cow because most of the time I am withdrawn and sullen (see, I know the price I’ll have to pay for all the charm when we get home and back behind closed doors). But I can’t say anything to anyone. Who would believe me? Who will understand? I’ve already disclosed a little to close family (although not the whole picture) and my Dad dismissed it: “Oh, all marriages go through difficulties. You’ll be fine. Just learn to give in a little hon. You can be too stubborn for your own good sometimes.” So, I shut up and put up. I am beginning to feel totally isolated, trapped and alone.


Ted Bundy – not responsible to the end

I saw a documentary about Ted Bundy last week. Now, I was quite young when he was doing his thing and it was not so widely reported in the UK so it kinda passed me by back then. However, last week’s documentary (30 years on) brought it well and truly home. Two things struck me:

1) in his last interview, before he was executed, he continued to deny responsibility  for his actions completely saying it was pornography that did it and it was the makers of pornography who should hang their heads in shame.

I have news for you, Mr Bundy: It was you. It was you who picked up the porn and looked at it. It was you who terrorised, murdered and raped those innocent young women in their beds. IT WAS YOU, YOU, YOU!! It wasn’t your mother, who made you feel unique, God-like and untouchable, or ‘women’ in general – walking around showing their flesh – IT WAS YOU!! I hope you are rotting in hell.

2) It seems obvious to me though, with what little I understand of the ‘Bundy’ type of character (since I became really interested in researching it, having endured three years of marriage to one) that he got off on all the attention and that was his primary motivation. He didn’t care whether people were snarling at him or loving him, as long as he was getting the world’s attention, that gave him a huge hard-on!

So, I wonder, being as attention is like their ‘fix’, what would have happened if we’d (everyone in the world, including the media) simply turned our backs on him and ignored him? No newspaper stories throughout his trial, no interviews, no cameras in the court house, no attention at all – nothing! Would have driven him insane I’ll bet. Even in this post I have given attention to Ted Bundy, which I don’t want to do (I know he’s dead but still) and yet it is the only way I can talk about him and use him as an example.

Well, that’s what I am doing with my ex husband – giving him nothing. I have totally cut off his supply. And, you see, that’s what makes getting justice so difficult because in order to do so, I would have to give him some attention (even if it resulted in negative attention), shine the spotlight on him and that ironically would highlight his evil but at the same time give him the one thing he craves.


If you marry a psychopath or sociopath – make sure you enjoy cleaning!

My abusive ex-husband created a financial mess. He is now putting all his efforts in to trying to make sure I clean it up instead of doing it himself. It got me thinking about the number of times during our marriage when I – literally and figuratively – cleaned up his mess:

When he spilt coffee on the carpet at home and at work, it was me who rushed for a cloth. Me who cleaned it up. The one time I refused to, he left it there for weeks.

The time he got so drunk he pissed himself, it was me who wiped up the piss and put his trousers in to soak.

The many times he broke stuff at work, and I either cleaned it up or mended it.

The number of times he left the photocopier jammed, clogged or without paper and I cleared the jam, unclogged it and filled the paper tray.

The many, many dozens of times he had his friends and family over for dinner (a dinner which I cooked) and I stayed up until 3am clearing up because he refused to. He wouldn’t even help serve, he sat there, through the whole meal, like Lord Muck, with me fetching and carrying like a slave.

The many hundreds of times he was extremely rude to people, and I was left to apologise for his behaviour.

The many, many thousands of times he walked mud into the house and I was left to vacuum it up.

The many, many times he smashed crockery, which I then cleaned up (he would have left it where it was for hours where it was in danger of being trodden on by the dog).

The dozens of times he yelled at me for offering to cut the lawn “if he was too busy” but then refusing to do it himself until eventually it got too long and would take me literally hours.

He put himself in complete control of all financial aspects of our relationship and business. There were many, many dozens of times suppliers and utility companies phoned to say our supply was about to be cut off if we didn’t pay the bill immediately and I ended up paying the bill out of my own money (which I was trying to accumulate as my escape fund).

Oh, and this is a classic, the many, many hundreds of times he insisted we went out for dinner, either as a couple or with friends, and he “forgot his wallet” when it came to paying the bill.

The many, many times he was rude to and upset my clients so that I had to work hard at appeasing them just to keep their business (clients I’d had way before I met him).

And lastly (but by no means least), the many, many £thousands of debts he racked up personally and in business, which he is now expecting me to pay.


Breaking the negative bonds

I spent Monday preparing court papers (yet again) to defend myself from some businessmen who want the money they lent to the business I had together with my abusive ex to be paid back. He wont do it so they’re coming after me. I’d hoped this would be over by now (fully two years since I left him – incidentally, that’s when I first began this blog) but it seems to drag on, and on…….

Each time I do this; fill in forms, prepare defence statements, disclosures etc., I get all panicky and full of fear. No matter how good my defence seems to me, I have lost faith in reason. Being married to a sociopathic abuser did that. I know he’s behind this; lying to these people, manipulating them into taking action against me just to get back at me. He wants to destroy me. He said as much when he found out I was leaving him. He made me three promises: 1) I’ll make sure there is no money left so you’ll have nothing to divorce me for; 2) I’ll dedicate the rest of my life to destroying you; and 3) I’ll hound you until you kill yourself.

Well, number 1) he has made come true – but I don’t give a toss about money anyway, just as long as he’s out of my life. Number 3) he will NEVER achieve because, actually, he’s not that cute, so that just leaves 2), which is why I say I think he’d behind all these court actions and stuff.

Monday was a difficult day for me. Another pisser is that it takes so much time to do and it’s time I could (and should) be dedicating elsewhere in my life – like building my new business and/or healing. By the end of the day, I was drained, tense, irritable and depressed. But then I had this great realisation:

I was in the car, driving to the store, going over and over in my mind about “that bastard” and how he’s trying to ruin me and suddenly this really kind, sweet voice came into my head and said: “Well, honey, it’s not as if you have not wished for the same for him and even taken steps to covertly try and ensure its outcome.”

The voice was right – I have! I have spent a great deal of time and energy in the last two years hoping and praying for ruinous blight to happen to him. Many a time I have searched internet news sites in the hope of finding something: that he’s been arrested again or prosecuted over his business dealings or something. I have subtly enquired through people who know him as to “what he’s up to” hoping to hear that his life is in the sewer and he and his family are in perpetual purgatory. People (who don’t know him) to whom I have ‘disclosed’ about my abusive marriage, I have even noticed myself embellishing the story a bit just to see them react in horror and tell me how brave and courageous I am. I’ve even entertained the thought about going to the papers and selling my story, writing a book or going to the relevant authorities and reporting his misdemeanours, criminality and conning.

But something has stopped me – and I think it’s this: what goes around comes around and whatever I think, feel and do about or to him he will be thinking, feeling and doing the same to me – AND HE’S SOOOOO MUCH NASTIER THAN ME!!

So, in order to truly begin to put an end to all this, stop it in its tracks and move on, I need to let go of that and stop doing those things, having those thoughts and not buy into those feelings. Now that’s not as easy to do as it is to write – believe me – but I know in my heart that it’s the right thing to do. And I also know it may not stop him (although on some energy level perhaps it will go a long way toward diffusing it) but at least it will mean he has nothing to fight against. It’ll be almost like a boxer air-punching rather than landing each and every one where it can cause pain and injury. So, that’s what I am working on now – and it is hard. Only just today I found myself talking about him negatively to a neighbour and I realised “girlfriend, don’t give him the energy – don’t even mention him” and I stopped. I found myself Googling – just one last time – and stopped myself as soon as I realised what I was doing.

It’s a great feeling because irrespective of how this court case turns out, I know his punches can no longer touch me and it feels great!


Domestic Abuse – healing

There’s light at the end of the tunnel. I see it, and it fills me with hope. Recovering from a horribly abusive marriage is taking me a long time. During that time, it has felt like trying to run through treacle; every step I take the next one takes twice as much effort and sometimes it feels like I am going nowhere. And sometimes I get tired and have to stop and then I get stuck for a while and can’t muster up the energy to get going again but then somehow I get it and on I go.

What’s kept me going?

Good question! The alternative to not keeping going felt  like death, certainly spiritual death but perhaps even physical death. Maybe the stress and everything would have got so bad that I’d have become ill. Who knows. Anyway, I didn’t. I kept going.

If you’re recovering from an abusive relationship, here are my tips, based on my experience, of how to survive and make it as smooth a romp through treacle as possible:

1) cut ALL ties with your abusive ex-partner – you’ll be tempted to reply to his vindictive, accusatory and/or overly charming emails or phone messages. Or, he’ll leave demanding or accusing messages to try and frighten or guilt you into calling him back. No matter what your legal advisor or well-meaning friends tell you, no contact is the ONLY way to get away from your abuser. Mediation and negotiation do not work with these people.

2) seek out your lawyer to give you the legal position only – find a specialist counsellor to help you deal with your emotional stuff. My lawyer was such a lovely woman and we got on so well, I rather relied on her for emotional support as well, which she couldn’t give because she is not trained to so I felt a bit let down. Also, lawyers understand the law and legal systems but they are unlikely to be specialists in abuse cases such as yours and so are unlikely to have a solid grasp of the characteristics of an ‘abuser’. I spent way more than I should on legal fees because my ex deliberately embroiled them in to-ing and fro-ing with unnecessary emails and other communication – just because he knew he could (it was like sport to him).

3) Get support from wherever you can. What is support? People who listen to you, validate what you’re saying and are on your side. But be warned – it probably wont come from the places you expect it to most like your close family and friends. More likely you’ll find it comes from very surprising sources.

4) Healing is a staged process. Understand that everything you are going through is just a stage and it will pass. Now is not the time to make huge, life-changing decisions (you’ve just made probably the most important one ever – you left him/her!!), ease off a little and go with the flow. These are the stages I went through:

1) Great relief and excitement at being free.

2) A spending spree – without him there, yelling at me, I gave myself permission to buy a few items of nice furniture and five multi packs of knickers!!

3) Depression and guilt.

4) Anger and irritability – I did a lot of shouting (in private) and pummeling the punch bag at the gym.

5) Regret – oh, why couldn’t it have worked out!! I did love him.

6) Fear.

7) Once divorce proceedings had started a mixture of fear, anger, irritability and ambivalence.

8) Ambivalence – don’t give a toss about him now.

9) Letting go – experiencing myself as passive/aggressive.

10) Re-birth – a new me, one who can celebrate difference between me and others and not get into conflict because I feel I need to argue/defend myself all the time. This is now!!! Yippee!!


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