Well, we were married for 4 years. The bull Sh*t begins when the first letter from the “church.” He was a JW, he told me the story that he was a missonary (true) but with the Mennonite religion. True he was in Honduras with his Ex wife, he told me that he left the church after he challenged a member who was sexually abusing children in the community. After looking back I think it was him. That part I will never know. He was pretty vauge about his family, stating that they were never close, he had issues with his Mother and would call her every name in the book and on the other hand he would call her a saint. It was very confusing at times.
I get mad at myself, I should have seen things coming. Not even a month after we were married he was “visiting” with a co-worker. I would come and see him and she would run off in the other direction. I asked what was going on he would claim there was nothing and it was all in my head. The lies begin.
Years of lies, belittlement, mind games, mental, verbal and emotional abuse began to weigh on me. Rather than argue with stuff I would just let him have his way. What ever he wanted he got, if I would not agree with stuff he would play the mind games and I am still healing from the scars. I am now $30,000 in credit card debt thanks to him.
I can remember him calling me a dirty Jew and how his family was so superior because the fought along side the Nazis. I was unable to leave because he held all the money and he reminded me on a constant basis that he was the bread winner and I would not survive without him. Mind games worked, I stayed. I started looking on the internet, my cousin placed a keystroke on his computer, found out that he was looking for sexual encounters with guys. I stopped being near him, he would go down stairs and I would stay upstairs. My new job I was equal to him in pay, so he had to get another to out right me. I was near the point of break, I was dealing with new job in a stressful environment and he would push. He loved to drink and finally one night when he tried to grab me and hit me, something snapped inside of me. NOBODY put their hands on me to hit me, my training of Martial Arts paid off. I knocked him to the ground and had him in a straight arm bar, on his stomach and was twisting right out of the socket. I asked him, give me one reason why I shouldn’t break his arm. That was the night he left. He went to a mediator, trying to get everything I refused and now here we are. Oh if you want to check out the loser her is on Plenty of Fish, his Bull Sh*t still runs supreme. Oh he hates kids and honesty, loyality and integreatity… COUGH, COUGH
Break-Up Phase: (what's this?)