My husband is a violent, yet cowardly man, that has committed felony criminal
and terroristic acts in his own home, against his wife and children.
He has no shame, guilt, or remorse for terrifying and hurting his family.
Another black man destroying his vulnerable and fragile black family.
He'd smile to everyone else and his favorite words were, "Peace, blessings."
But his children and I knew him very differently.
To us he was an abusive, violent, sneaky, lying, unfaithful, mean, nasty,
whoremongering, manipulative, and ugly man, inside and out.
He is a poor excuse for a man, husband and father.
Unfortunately I married him and gave birth to 4 of his children.
He is completely devoid of love and uses people as a means to his own ends.
There are really only three things that he loves: money, sex, and weed.
He has spent his entire adult life pursuing and gratifying his insatiable desire for all three.
He was incapable of loving his wife and children. He hurts the people that love him and are the most vulnerable to him. He abandons the ones he brings into this world
and is supposed to protect from the cruelty of it.
He is doing to his beautiful children, what his father,
the one he doesn't know, did to him.
Our newborn baby, his third son - will not know him, which is actually a blessing.
He won't get the opportunity to hurt him or traumatize him.
He treats him as if he doesn't even exist, which is just fine.
He is one of those sorry people who can't break the cycle of destruction and
choose to perpetuate it for another generation.
There are really only three things that he loves: money, sex, and weed.
He has spent his entire adult life pursuing and gratifying his insatiable desire for all three.
He was incapable of loving his wife and children. He hurts the people that love him and are the most vulnerable to him. He abandons the ones he brings into this world
and is supposed to protect from the cruelty of it.
He is doing to his beautiful children, what his father,
the one he doesn't know, did to him.
Our newborn baby, his third son - will not know him, which is actually a blessing.
He won't get the opportunity to hurt him or traumatize him.
He treats him as if he doesn't even exist, which is just fine.
He is one of those sorry people who can't break the cycle of destruction and
choose to perpetuate it for another generation.
He got extremely lucky the day he met me and I gave him the time of day.
I was a hurting young woman carrying a lot of pain inside;
it made me easy prey for him.
I was a hurting young woman carrying a lot of pain inside;
it made me easy prey for him.
I may not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but I was way too beautiful for him. Being with me was a dream come true for him and a long terrible nightmare for me. It would be so easy to hate him,
I have so many reasons to and he is sooooo hateable.
I have so many reasons to and he is sooooo hateable.
But I choose not to for one reason only – my relationship with God.
I suffered a lot of things from my husband over the years we were together.
I was subjected to every kind of abuse there is,
but God kept me and I have survived it all.
I am still damaged from the trauma of war,
but God will heal me everywhere I've been wounded.
I was subjected to every kind of abuse there is,
but God kept me and I have survived it all.
I am still damaged from the trauma of war,
but God will heal me everywhere I've been wounded.
Over the next few posts, I will talk about the various forms of abuse that he inflicted on me almost day in and day out for almost 11 years, when he never deserved to be with me for 1 second.
So stick with me, don't get mad at me and please forgive me,
but I'm going to tell the truth and sometimes the truth is ugly.
but I'm going to tell the truth and sometimes the truth is ugly.
