Domestic Violence Stories

What is a childhood? I find this almost impossible to define the variation of childhoods is so wide, there are a number of factors that go into the mix or are there.

Part of the trait of a victim is having your freedom of speech removed. Being too afraid to speak out. Fearful of not being believed, of dragging others into my nightmare kept me tight lipped for so many years. Of course friends and family knew "something" wasn't right yet I had become a great actress.

I need to vent and get something "out there". I've been talking with my therapist and things I think I've repressed pop back up. Over a decade ago I was in a bad place. My then boyfriend was a monster and has been mentioned on the The Real Supermum Blog before.

I will never know why he behaved the way he did, how being treated like a dog was something he got a high from. Was he sick in the head? I believe so. For almost 11 years I was under his spell, he had total control over me.

My dad wasn't much of a dad at all, to be honest he made my childhood hell. My mum left him when I was four and I think she thought it would end there. He would regularly beat her up and once tried to strangle her.

I'm writing this for 'The Good mother Project'. I think it's fantastic that they raise awareness of taboo subjects that tend to have stigma attached to them. February 7th 2010 - Birthday from hell There were many instances of domestic violence within my marriage to my ex-husband but with this being my birthday it definitely stood out.

Turning the page of the book in front of me, absorbing none of the words, my eyes following the lines but not focusing on them. "Is it a good book?" I jumped slightly at the unexpected interruption that dragged me back into reality. I slowly turned to face the man sitting to my left, my darling husband.

Sometimes we tend to blame victims of domestic violence, with statements and questions like this... Why would she stay there and take it? What sort of love is that? She can leave the children, and come back for them later? Didn't she know he was abusive before they got together?

I found your site tonight Emma purely by accident , but the fact that I did is a miracle. I read your own blog post on marital rape and I wanted to email you with the hope you could help me. It begins several years ago when I was diagnosed with cervical cancer.

My second husband's father was an alcoholic woman beater and a womanizer just like my father. His mother, he, and his siblings were beat to the point of blood. He ended up just like his father. He also was a user and a bully. Everyone was afraid of him, so no one warned me at [...]

Part of the trait of a victim is having your freedom of speech removed. Being too afraid to speak out. Fearful of not being believed, of dragging others into my nightmare kept me tight lipped for so many years. Of course friends and family knew "something" wasn't right yet I had become a great actress.

Standing in front of you I knew, I knew that if I said the wrong word, made the wrong sound I was in trouble. My arms instinctively provided some small protection from the baby; I was 5 weeks away from giving birth. The monster stood staring back, with such hatred in his eyes, growing at me.

I need to vent and get something "out there". I've been talking with my therapist and things I think I've repressed pop back up. Over a decade ago I was in a bad place. My then boyfriend was a monster and has been mentioned on the The Real Supermum Blog before.

My story begins when I was 3 years old. After it just being mum and I for a few years, she met a guy who she went on to marry. He was a great father to me, took me out, tucked me in at night, and was the best dad anyone could have asked for, until I reached the age of ten.

I will never know why he behaved the way he did, how being treated like a dog was something he got a high from. Was he sick in the head? I believe so. For almost 11 years I was under his spell, he had total control over me.

I met my boyfriend when we went to the same college back in 2007. We were only together a few months before he attacked me for the first time. He was rather distant when we were at college and even ignored me most of the time.

My dad wasn't much of a dad at all, to be honest he made my childhood hell. My mum left him when I was four and I think she thought it would end there. He would regularly beat her up and once tried to strangle her.

I once knew a woman who suffered horrendous treatment at the hands of the man she loved. I still to this day do not have the answers to why she stayed for almost 11 years with this vile man. She had 3 children with this man.

I'm writing this for 'The Good mother Project'. I think it's fantastic that they raise awareness of taboo subjects that tend to have stigma attached to them. February 7th 2010 - Birthday from hell There were many instances of domestic violence within my marriage to my ex-husband but with this being my birthday it definitely stood out.

At the age of 18 I thought that was it for me, my future would see me as a single mum struggling to raise my little boy alone but, a mothers love was enough to make us happy. You can only imagine my delight when a guy began to show an interest in me.

Turning the page of the book in front of me, absorbing none of the words, my eyes following the lines but not focusing on them. "Is it a good book?" I jumped slightly at the unexpected interruption that dragged me back into reality. I slowly turned to face the man sitting to my left, my darling husband.

Hello everyone, I've seen the story my mam shared and we always tell eachother everything and I'm so proud of her, I decided to write my own story and let u all know how it was for me so here I go.

Sometimes we tend to blame victims of domestic violence, with statements and questions like this... Why would she stay there and take it? What sort of love is that? She can leave the children, and come back for them later? Didn't she know he was abusive before they got together?

My childhood was not the greatest. My father was a violent man and he and my mother separated when I was four years old. We had moved so many times in the past when she had left him that I had lost count, but she always took him back.

I found your site tonight Emma purely by accident , but the fact that I did is a miracle. I read your own blog post on marital rape and I wanted to email you with the hope you could help me. It begins several years ago when I was diagnosed with cervical cancer.