I’m not going to sugar coat this one. The truth…and nothing but the truth.
My husband scares me.
My once SOO sweet and gentle guy has become someone I don’t even think likes me. His aggressiveness twords things like my solid wood bed frame that he punched SOO hard he broke the frame…and his hand, have become a regular type of disaster.
Normally I would try and talk this out and try and find out how to help the situation. Just 1 problem. He won’t talk to me.
A couple weeks ago, he got angry with me about…well…I have no clue. Anyway…it ended with me trying frantically to get out of our SUV…and to skip messy details…my hand got broken. I’m still wearing the brace actually. Looks like it may need to be fixed surgically. 😦
Holes in my walls…broken bones (this is the 2nd time my hand got broken in an argument) but last night turned things into a very clear picture…and what I saw was heartbreaking.
I’m gonna try and talk with him and explain the boundaries required to keep me in his life. It either works and he seeks professional help…or I’ll be getting my own place.
My heart is breaking and all I want to do is snuggle in the arms of my protector. Problem is my protector is now my abuser.
If there is a god…please…PLEASE…help me.
Organized Chaos 