I'm hoping to heal through cleaning out my mind's closet - to release all the secrets, to have you listen and to be finally heard. My life, surviving a tragic childhood of sexual abuse and abandonment. Growing up, the journey, the process of healing, speaking out. Getting there. My memoir. Life now at forty something. My personal daily life. My compass goes in all directions, so there will be posts and pics that interest all. Your insight. The lighter side...eventually.
September 19, 2011
Marriage - The Three C's
Marriage. Some would say you either love it or loathe it. I say marriage equals the three C's. Comfort, Convenience and Caring.
Next month I'll have been married for 17 years. We are very comfortable with our lifestyle and I don't mean in a monetary type of way. Simply, that we like where we live, what we are trying to achieve together on a parenting level in that our values and dreams are the same for our son.
I wouldn't trade my marriage to begin again. So I say it is 'convenient' in the way that we can count on each other to be there.
Truly, we both care for one another deeply. I have no doubts there.
I have not told him ever and I never will that I suffered a childhood of incest. Abuse is not a topic in our lives. I have kept my wounded and damaged soul buried deep in my mind's closet and likely I would have taken my sexual abuse to my grave until this summer. Memories awakened in just a matter of hours as we stood around my dying father.
Why I won't share everything about myself with my partner. I don't know. I trust him completely. I know he won't judge me. My therapist says it's shame. SHAME. I know I have nothing to be ashamed of. A mere child. Children are innocent. I wasn't. Innocence was dissolved as quickly as crushing a bug on the sidewalk. GUILT. I don't feel guilty of anything. Disgusted, mortified, unprotected, alone, abandoned, worthless - I didn't matter to her.
I know my husband deserves so much more. Barely conversing, touching, laughing. I push him away by hiding myself, escaping any possible stressors. I was able to achieve normal for so, so long.
I don't feel comfortable in my own mind, daily life is inconvenient and it is so hard to care.
Tyla
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