Laura Zoey - posted on 11/13/2010 ( 39 moms have responded )
Loooooooong story short.....
My mom died of cancer when I was 15, my dad remarried 5 months later.
I was under the impression my parents were amazing godly partners who loved and cherished each other.
After the wedding, they moved my family and her family together in a new house. I had been in my house since I was three and since we home schooled and my mom died there it was extremely hard to leave and no thought was given to our emotional feelings.
I was NEVER close with my dad, I wasn't a passive people pleaser like my sister, I wasn't an eager to please 'suck up' like my brother.
I was a strong willed, smart mouthed girl with big opinions and a big mouth. And when I thought I was right it was well known :) my mom loved that about me she said I was firey and she adored it.
So I was dating my first boyfriend who is now my husband in all this. My dad and his wife tried to make us split up and so did the rest of our church. But we were strong together and we knew god picked us for each other.
Because he was on a power trip with his new wife telling him he was perfect he started being assertive, and then became outright aggressive.
He never physically hurt me but he would punch walls and doors by my head, or he would have clenched fists as he yelled at me. He called me names and degraded me saying I was having sex, probably pregnant, lying, cheating in school, and other stuff I don't try to remember.
Yes I did lie to him but in my teen mind it was only when I was justified as he was being unthinkable cruel or if he was simply trying to be mean to me I'd lie my way out of the house for some sanity.
I know I was wrong to disrespect him but I also know he was being abusive and that's even worse as an adult and a parent.
When it comes down to it I was the child and he was the parent, and even though I was making some bad choices, I was only ever doing it when he was not listening to the truth anyways so I felt I had no options.
Wrong yes, but I know god forgives me.
So I was kicked out when I was 18 and then he said that I left of my own accord. Go figure and so he turned our church against us as my fiancée's parents took me in for a fee months until our wedding. I had the guest bedroom and we were closely patented by them and we were not intimate.