Abuse can seem like a pressure cooker sometimes. A rising of heat, contained and left alone. Tension rising as it bubbles inside. And then all of a sudden an explosive steam bursts forth scaring the shit out of you! Afterwards, while waiting for your heart to stop rapidly beating and your body to stop bracing for war, it simmers and dissipates as if to apologise.
Abuse is also hard to put your finger on, as to when it starts, especially if your a people pleaser. At the beginning he was so nice, too nice. It was a quality my brothers loathed. It came off fake, insincere and weak. My brothers saw a fracture and put it under the test.
His character did not stand the test when it came to alcohol. He had claimed sobriety but caved around my brothers. Over a period of time I saw him consume more and more until it hit stupid levels. Some of the worst moments occurred after awhile of being engaged. A switch flicked and he became a different person.
The abusive side popped it’s ugly head out. A smarter person would have seen this as a red flag and ran for the hills but I thought he could be saved.
After a night of intoxication I was very angry, upset and withdrawn. He would suffer a case of amnesia and would demand I tell him what he did. I would comply. He seemed half embarrassed and half relieved that he got away with lude behaviour. I wasn’t impressed with the lack of responsibility I saw in him. He would try to convince me that he was done.
This went off and on for about a year. I took him to counselling, read books on addiction and laid down ground rules. How unaware I was that he would never care about changing. It was like I was trying desperately to bring my fiance back from the dead.
As the psychotherapist Alan Robarge puts it; “He showed you who he was at the beginning but you chose to ignore it because you didn’t love yourself.”
How true this phrase is! I had seen alcoholism, abusive behaviour while intoxicated and then a fake apology followed by attempts to push the issues under the rug. I must have had low self worth. It was a toxic cycle and it only worsened when I held his surname.
The knot was tied and suddenly he was critical of everything I did, said or chose for myself. I didn’t know the rules yet. I tried adjusting my behaviour by giving him control over everything so I wouldn’t put a foot wrong. Even that did not work. He made it seem like I had choices but those decisions had to be made in the middle of a mine field.
This really fucked with my mind over time. Anything coming out of my mouth or from my mind was the wrong choice, out of bounds. He would win the control but he liked playing the game first. Finally he labelled me as indecisive and ‘you don’t know what you want,’ ‘you look confused.’ A smug, condescending look was accompanied by these. What enjoyment he must have felt to put me through that.
Decisions he made, however detremental or selfish, were allowed. If he wanted to ‘get fucked up’ then I had to accompany him while he loaded the car with booze and drank himself into oblivion. If he wanted to up and quit a job then not only was he allowed but he could splurge the money on games, booze and smokes to get him through a ‘tough time.’ It became like treading on egg shells, avoiding making him unhappy.
This was utterly impossible to do so. The abuse came out while sober and especially when ‘quitting.’ I got called ‘fat,’ a ‘bitch’ and too soft and sensitive when I disliked or even commented on his actions.
A small thing could set him off like vacuuming, driving or unclean glasses. He’d break something. He’d yell, belittle and blame me.
I became quite scared of him, I’d hide bruises if he grabbed me abit hard, I’d filter every thought and action and question myself. I’d let him off the hook and give him anything he needed or wanted.
When I got my brave on it was scary shit. To have to say the words “I want to leave you;” took courage and put me in danger of the pressure cooker going off. I eventually got the words out in a roundabout sort of way but even then he did not take them at face value. At first he blew up spewing out hateful words. Then he put me in the mine field by testing my intentions. He kicked me out but when I went to leave, he acted incredulous.
Afterwards a switch flicked and for the first time in months he grabbed my hand, looked in my eyes and took responsibility for all the wrong he had caused. Tears still sprang to my eyes at his confession and apology but something in my gut felt off. Inside I was resistant. I did not want to stay! When he created a seemingly heartfelt moment after a year, bereft of love; it felt put on!
On the 3rd of Feb 2019 he came into the kitchen, critical of how I cleaned it. I went into the office to take a breather and watch a tv show. He barged in; a demanding scowl on his face. He ordered me to get out of the room. I took my time and ushered a flat response. The pressure cooker bubbled and then exploded. He yanked my laptop out of my hands and threw it to the ground and began to stomp on it. I stood in shock, bracing for a hit which thankfully didn’t follow.
In a state of fear I carefully left out the back door; he followed. I made sure to keep a good distance between us. He questioned who I was ringing. I didn’t reply, I only felt safe when I was on the street. I typed up a text to my mum but hesitated on sending it. Before I could think too hard I sent it. He was watching from the window.
From that moment on I wasn’t alone with him anymore and I knew it was all over. I hadn’t been honest with my mum about the extent of what was going on. I let loose and spilled it all and I knew that alone would seal my fate. My mum knew I was not in a healthy relationship, that it was not right for me, but she didnt know how broken, abusive and turbulent it was.
Abuse is a confronting existence but victims prefer to make peace with the abuser than possibly set off the pressure cooker by letting anyone on. The abuser has acquired the initial control early on which in turn isolates and silences the victims.
It can be questionable as to when abuse starts and for some, how it starts. To each person it can look, feel and play out different. It can be subtle or overt, physical, sexual and/or emotional, quick to surface or drawn out; what’s common between these is a power struggle and boundary crossing.
For me it was intially subtle, drawn out and a mix of alcoholic/emotional abuse. His overly nice, wish washy personality was a facade over a selfish agenda and a tendency of self destruction.
What I would say is if someone close to you picks up on a trait or a contradiction in the person your dating; slow the relationship down, test it and don’t look for promises from them, look for results and actions. That way if they are lying to your face it may give you enough time to glimpse the mask dropping enough for you to see something off.
Also be on the lookout for anyone that bad mouths their ex or is disrespectful to anyone at all. I would also be wary of a person that seems too nice and agrees with all your opinions and ideals initially. All this and above is red flag no. 3!