This post is dedicated to children living in abusive homes because their mothers could not get up and walk away to find help and to get them out of such a horrible environment. It’s time for women to stop making excuses and start taking their duty to protect the children seriously. No child should suffer an adult bad decision. When a mother says she can’t leave him [the abuser] because she loves him, its time for the state to move in to save the children.
When it will end, when you will start to realise you're living in abuse, not alone but with your children.
Does the sound of his words of humiliation sound great to your ears when he called you a stupid whore?
Why do you do this to yourself? Do you not feel any value in your marrow? Do you not feel human enough to free yourself from this pit of hell burning you in ashes?
People noticed. People knew it for a long time. They talk and whisper every time they see you around.
No one could understand why. Why do you not run? Why do you not leave? Why do you not free yourself?
When will you finally cut loose the chains of humiliation, abuse, and emotional torture?
He called you a stupid whore. Called you a bitch.
He threw his food on the floor and made you scrub the floor on your knees. He threw his glass of whiskey against the walls, then ordered you to clean it up. You obeyed with tears. You never said a word.
You’re sobbing is like music in his ears, entertaining his ego.
You try to pretend; you’re alright. Pretend everything is fine. Pretend you are living the perfect marriage.
You cry in the corner, thinking no one can see you.
But weren’t you wrong.
Your little girl sees you sad. Your little boy watches you as you try to apply foundation to your black eye.
When he asked what happened, you brushed it off with a smile.
Your little girl screamed When you hug her close to calm her down after a bad dream in the middle of the night, she can feel your anxiety; she can feel the restless energy of fear and hopelessness.
When she stopped crying, you think she’s alright. Heaven cries as she wanders off in her mind.
You kissed her good night and went back to your bed. Then she cried without sobbing but a river of tears. This time she’s crying for you.
She wishes Daddy stops putting his fist around your neck, pressing you to the wall, screaming in your face, as your tears rolled down uncontrollably trembling with fear.
She changed from a happy girl to a lonely, sad girl. She pulled away from her friends; her grades dropped.
She’s withdrawn from you in silence. She doesn’t want to go to school. She doesn’t want to come home after school.
You’re drowning in anxiety and fear, your vision clouded with uncertainty and a future dark with a million questions flying around in your head.
You can’t see your little girl’s pain; you can’t read her mind. You can’t feel her heart beating for freedom from an abusive home and a sad life.
You’re poor little boy, Watch you have a black eye, a bleeding nose, and a cut lip. He watched you sit in submission and silence as Daddy scolded and cursed you like a cotton field slave with chains around his neck. You can’t move and you can’t escape.
You said you can’t leave; the kids need a father. But in what cost?
The kids are damaged, they don’t want a father, they want a happy home. They want a warm, peaceful home. They want to see their mother smile. They want to see their mother happy without bruises. They want a home like their friends homes.
You think you’re doing them a favor, but you’re not telling the truth. You say you love him, but you know that is not true. You’re lying to yourself.
You have been brainwashed. You have been manipulated emotionally and psychologically.
He tells you you’re unwell. He tells you you need medicine. You believe him when he says you are crazy.
You blame yourself. You lost your self-esteem. You lost your freedom And you lost your children.
You allow a beast to run havoc in your home. You allow the abuse to destroy your children.
Your heart is cold towards your children suffering. You are the only protector they have, but you’re letting them down.
What does the future hold for your poor little boy and little girl? What have you made them to be? What life example have you set up for them for their future?
Are you proud of yourself? Are you a good mother by not leaving to save your children?
Are you happy? Are you free?
Look into the eyes of your little girl and little boy. Ask them what they want. Ask them what you should do. Ask them about how they feel. Ask them if they feel safe in their own home.
Look in their eyes; can you see the sadness? Can you see the fear deep in their souls?
The day will come when the young boy will grow into a young man. Angry and frustrated. Empty of love and patience.
He will meet a good girl from a decent family. She fell for his charm, masking a broken beast.
His vocabulary will be “stupid whore” F… bitch. It’s all he heard Daddy say to you.
He doesn’t know how to apologize because he has never seen Daddy apologize. He thinks this is the way the world of marriage works.
He thinks women are bitches and whores and men are to be obeyed and respected and served with submission and silence.
Then your poor girl is at the prime of her life. Meets a nice, well-behaved, gentle man. She gets married young to run away from the misery at home.
Her hopes was to start a family of her own, with love. Happy kids, kind husband, loving dad to her kids.
Her dream is to make a family. Build a home full of love and peace, unlike her home where she grew up.
Year of watching her daddy belittle and humiliate you as you quietly take on the abuse didn’t teach her how to be a strong woman. She quickly buckled.
You advised her to take the kids and leave, but she refused. She felt it was wrong; it’s not what a good mother should do to her children.
You gave advice you didn’t believe in.
You prepared your children to be the miserable people they have become. You paved for them a path to destruction, pain, and suffering.
You have made the cycle of violence and domestic abuse normal within your progeny.
Like a perfect round ring. You perfected the ring of violence for generations to come to drown within it, without a savior. A Savior who could well be you.
Now what?
