My Husband: The Cycle Of Abuse

“You know how much I love you don’t you? You just make me so mad and I can’t control myself. I just black out. I am so sorry baby for hurting you. I promise it will never happen again.” – My Husband. It does happen again. It continues to repeat itself on a consistent basis and it bears a name, abuse. Abuse exists in all variations of relationships. The most common form is physical abuse where visible scars, bruising, forced sexual relations, and possible death are inflicted upon the abused. Emotional abuse, a less noticeable type, can be mental, spiritual, or financial in nature. The cycle of abuse follows a common pattern where the abuser initially inflicts the abuse, feels guilt about the act and apologizes, attempts to rationalize …show more content…
I have endured every form of abuse at the hands of the one person I had vowed to love unconditionally, my husband. The first six months of our marriage, he would initiate arguments over the most trivial issues like a throw pillow out of place on the bed or a piece of paper left on the floor after cleaning. I assumed that he was extremely OCD like myself. I did not recognize the warning signs of the abuse that was to follow since he had not displayed any violent behavior throughout our courtship. On our one-year anniversary he struck me for the first of many times. Over the next five years, his abusive behavior progressed from verbal to physical and emotional. I was forbidden to have contact with anyone he did not approve of, could not own a cell phone, use a computer, or go outside without …show more content…
One early Saturday morning, my husband and I decided to visit my parents. I was elated since I had not visited with them in over six months. My mother greeted us with a warm smile and invited us into her home. I walked with her into the kitchen and happily began cooking and talking with her about the catering event that she was preparing for. My husband, in hearing our conversation, rolled his eyes and flopped onto the couch. He snatched the remote from table and began flipping through the channels before settling on an old western type movie. My mother and I chatted and gossiped for about an hour before I heard the front door slam shut. I instantly knew that the day would take a turn for the worse because I could hear the cursing from my husband as he left the house upset. He returned to the house with glassy eyes and in a slightly drunken state. My eyes darted to the large brown paper bag he carried and I hesitantly asked his permission to attend the catering event with my mother. To my surprise he gave his consent and gave me a tender kiss on the forehead and softly told me “Go ahead and finish helping your mom so we can get home and you can be back on time.” I was overjoyed because his response and reaction was unexpected, so with the biggest grin I could muster I quickly finished preparing and