Chains that bind, broken by courage

There’s a point in your life when you have to own it. I know that Coward’s mother was at one time an alcoholic, a go-go dancer, and that his dad would beat him and his brother ███████ for, “what he was going to do that day.” I get it; you had a crappy childhood, worse than some and better than some too. We all have our issues, but what you do with the hand you’re dealt is the true measure of who you are. You choose to beat women, and to be a bully on many issues, at many times in your life. Instead of realizing what a horrible thing it was to have people you love hurt you both physically, mentally and emotioinaly and to just end the cycle, you kept it going. It takes courage to break the chains that bind us, when we all left you, we broke those chains. Yes, we all left you, every one of you main girlfriends, packed up, kicked you out, or walked away. I know this is a bone of contention with you, and you like to say you ended it with them. NO. Coming home to empty houses, your belonging put on lawns, leaving and joining the armed forces, going back to ex's IS leaving YOU. Bravo women, take a bow.

And the Winner is.....

You once said to me "you will NEVER find someone who treats you the way I do!"

You are 100% correct, I have never met anyone who treated me like the way you did. I have never met a bigger, narcissistic, duplictious, abusive, sanctimonious asshole than you. You Coward of California, are the valediction of assholes; now take a bow.

Emotional Abuse in D.V., by the hands of Coward

"He may lock her out of her house or control her movements by taking her car keys or forcing her to quit her job."

--ANNE L. GANLEY, PHD

 

Being forced to quit your job, because if you loved him you'd put him first--is what he tells you. Your job cuts into his time where you give him attention, lord knows he needed that.  Not once did this happen to women/girls Coward dated, but TWICE! I’m sure there are more, I'm almost certain.  He made them quit their jobs because it took away from him. The people they worked with always knew he forced them to quit, they saw Coward for what he was and but out of fear they didn’t speak up. Sometime later, in some cases it was years it would be brought up that they knew it was him that made you quit. It still stings with humiliation all these years later.  Forcing you to do things is how he controls you, it's text book emotional abuse. Forcing you to suck him off because you pissed him off for something stupid, god it was always such trite stuff.  Holding your head down with tears running down your face, and making sure to hold your mouth on him when he came, because it was just another move of power, and how he asserted his control. To not greet him at the door, road, wherever you might be was a sign of disrespect. No matter that you had other things to do, you better walk to end of the god damn dirt road and sit on a fence post, in all seasons of weather to be waiting for him. No matter that you’re in the middle of cooking, or on the phone with someone, GET off-- the whine of his truck was near and that meant you best be there for him!  He was a charmer that, Coward of California…a snake charmer.

 

 

Coward, your handy work is ever present!

 Bending over to pick a tomato out of my garden, my back froze and I dropped to my knees in pain. After weeks of hoping it was going to go away, and at the insistence of my physician, I got an MRI last week. Degenerated and bulging disks, along with arthritis are the diagnosis in my lower back. The MRI technician who took my images, asked me how I would have obtained this level of injury? Was I in a car accident, did I fall etc? I told her whilst looking into her eyes, "domestic abuse" I shook, and had to catch my voice from breaking so I didn't start to cry. She hugged me, and told me she was sorry. I know her words were sincere, and I took them to heart. What I thought about as my husband drove us home after the appointment, was how much I HATE Coward. I do not throw the word of HATE around lightly. I reserve it for the true monsters of the world. The child molesters, the people who beat children and animals and for those who beat their spouses/girlfriends/domestic partners. I hate Coward. I imagine it would be much easier to move on, if what his monstrous actions did to me, didn't affect my present life. Being told by your doctor to not go on the roller coasters at an upcoming vacation with your children, to never roller blade because one fall or that the jerking motion from the roller coaster could cause me to become vegetable. If getting out of bed didn't bring forth pain from my body all, damn, day, long, maybe I wouldn't hold such disdain for him. But I do, oh, I do. The MRI & X-ray technicians told me stories of taking the images of women who had come from domestic violent situations. That there were some like me, who thought that 10+ year old beatings, wouldn't have culminated to what was going on in their bodies today. How naive we all were, how naive most people are about this subject.

 

Get out NOW. Do not wait for him to say he’s sorry again. To get on his knees and cry…LEAVE NOW.