An article I submitted for Domestic Violence Awareness

I recently submitted an article to on Domestic Violence.  It is my story.  Please read it.  Please share it because you never know who it may help. Here is my story:

For as long as I can remember, I have always had the same reoccurring dream.  It begins with me running down a hallway and into a room.  I am maybe 3 years old and when I get to the opening of the room I freeze. For years, I couldn’t see make out the images I was seeing, but I knew it was something bad because my 3 year old self would be overcome with confusion, sadness, and helplessness. As I got older, the images became clearer, until one day I woke up in tears realizing that this dream I had been having, off and on for years was that of my father beating my mother. I am the daughter of domestic violence.

It is hard to put into words how heartbreaking it is to see your father abuse your mother.  It always tears at you from somewhere deep inside. You hate the abuser, but the love your father. You hate the abused, but love your mother. You hate that your parents are together, but so desperately want the family to stay intact.  It plays on you mentally.  I cannot stand the smell of scrambled eggs cooked in butter because my father would throw them at my mother if they were not cooked right.  I become physically ill at the sight of blood coming from someone’s mouth because of the many times I would clean up my mother’s wounds. I remember the last time we were a family.  My parents had a fight and as usual, I went into the bathroom to check on my mother.  She was sitting on the toilet bruised and battered, her lip hanging and her eyes empty.  She just looked like a shell of a human being. She looked at me and asked if the toilet was talking. I was so confused and scared. I crouched down in front of her and told her no and she told me, “I have to get out of here because I am about to go crazy”. I whispered to my mother, “just leave mom, I will be fine”. She left that evening and for 2 years, I only saw her at a distance because my father would not allow her to have me unless he could have her.

I grew up thinking that all of those years living in that house did not affect me.  I had normal relationships.  I had a radar that could spot the abusive ones.  If he was too charming at first, I would let him go.  If he seemed the least bit controlling, I would let him go. If his temper seemed completely out of character from the cool head presented, then I let him go. If his actions were different than his words, I would let him go. I made a promise to myself on that bathroom floor with my mother to never let her situation be mine.  I kept that promise, but when I really found love, everything came back.  I became the abuser.  I was determined not to be abused. Actually, it had nothing to do with determination. I had never known a normal relationship that did not include abuse. You see, not only am I the daughter of domestic violence, but also the granddaughter and great-granddaughter of domestic violence. My normal included loving men that hit you.  The silver lining was that these men loved you back, took care of you, and in time would stop fighting you. It was quite normal to hear a conversation about your sweet grandfather once having a bad temper and taking it out on your grandmother. I didn’t want that life and my only solution was to fight first because I never thought I was worthy of love without being abused.

My then boyfriend eventually reached his breaking point.  He said two very life-altering statements that changed my life forever: 1.  You need help and 2.  Do you want to be your father? I went and got the help that I needed and I have never raised my hand to anyone again. I learned a great deal about myself while getting the help. I learned that abuse is never about the person being abused, but more about how broken the abuser is. I was broken.  I had never dealt with the reality of my chaotic home. I had never acknowledged that by the age of about 9 years old, that I stopped really feeling. My mother had moved away with little to no contact when I was so young and I never shed a tear over it. I lost my childhood because of domestic violence.  There are years that I have simply lost.  I have no recollection of the time.  I only have bits and pieces because it was just that bad and I had to go into survival mode.

I am married now.  I have been married for about 8 years and I have slowly come to learn that I deserve this type of love.  I sometimes look at my children and marvel at how happy they are and wonder how different I would have been if I had just been able to breathe.

I just want to point out that domestic violence does not stop with the 2 people involved.  It has an affect on everyone who witnesses it.  I remember feeling like my body was being split in half. I can no longer have a relationship with my father because of all that he did in that house to my mother.  At times, I resent my mother for staying so long, especially after having children of my own.  I am 34 years old and I am still dealing with all the images that come into my head at times.  If you’re a woman dealing with ANY type of domestic abuse, please leave.  You owe it to your children and every generation that comes after you.  The greatest gift a parent can give is the feeling of being secure and loved. It took me years to learn that I deserved to be loved and even longer to feel secure enough to love someone wholeheartedly.


7 thoughts on “An article I submitted for Domestic Violence Awareness

  1. Wow, such a powerful story. It is very brave of you to be so transparent and share something so intimate. I grew up in an abusive home as well. My father abused my mother, my brothers, and myself. He wasn’t a good husband, and he wasn’t a good father either. When I was first married, I unknowingly started to create the same tense and unhealthy dynamic in my own relationship because it was normal for me; I hadn’t dealt with a lot of my issues. We’ve gone through a ton of counseling, both personal and couples. We are at a much healthier place now. I applaud you for listening to your (at the time) boyfriend and seeking the help you need. Those words, though healing, can be very hard to hear. All my best to you!


    • Are we sisters? Just kidding. Thank you for reading this post. I don’t think enough of us discuss what we have been through and how it shapes us into adults. It’s hard to take the criticism, but even harder to continue destructive behaviors. You and I are survivors. I am happy that you overcame it all because it took me some time to get it all together.

      Thank you again for reading. It ends with women like us.


  2. Thank you so much for sharing. I feel so deeply for you. And i truly appreciate you being so transparent. Domestic violence affects everyone involved. I feel for you all. I am a survivor of DV and it is truly a dark and terrifying place. Love & Blessings to you and your family! Thank you ❤


  3. You are the perfect example of why I have taken on the fight that I have. I love my daughter with all my heart and I just want to protect her before any negative behaviors are formed. My daughter really doesn’t need to see the abuse. I just never thought my battle would take on the courts too (and be losing). Your article was a breath of fresh air. I sit her defeated, questioning if may have made a mistake in taking a stand against D.V. Reading your article, I know it didn’t.

    Domestic Violence is such a horrible, horrible thing!!! Thank you again for your article.


    • You just made my life with your comment. Like, seriously I am in tears. Please fight for your daughter. I really wish my mother would have fought for me. The fact that you are even attempting to remove yourself and her from this type of situation speaks volumes to who you are as a person and a mother. It is so hard in so many different ways, but if you can save your daughter from the internal struggle that comes along with loving the abuser and hating the abuse, her life will benefit tremendously.

      Thank you for commenting. Thank you for fighting. Thank you. Please return to this blog when you can and keep me updated. Many blessings to you.


  4. I read this article on facebook, the title alone caught my attention as I began to scroll my news feed. As I began to read this I thought to myself Wow there is someone in this world to whom our stories are mirrored. As a result I too became the abuser and continued to be abused. I immediately wanted to know more about who you are, and why you began writing as I am almost complete writing my first book. I am totally amazed that the very thoughts I’ve carried fir so long you have been able to articulate perfectly. Thank you for your courage and transparency it is greatly needed in this generation as there are many who either is or who has suffered in this capacity. I would love to connect with you on a deeper level. I’m not sure where you are or if you even have the time. But I need your voice in assisting me educate our youth in theses matters and extend healing. You can either email me at sheltonjabrita or you can find me on facebook. I havea non profit oorganization that truly unveils the hidden in the secrets of our hearts as women young and old. I’d love to connect with you. It has been a pleasure reading your blog.


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