Sometimes when we fight I just want to tear my hair out I’m so mad. Scratch that–most of the time. Even though, I guess you’d say we’ve improved since the beginning, there’s just something about a man yelling at me, impatient, and arrogantly thinking he’s right that drives me berserk and literally sends smoke out of my ears.
Every time he gets mad I’m forced to stop and consider if this relationship is different from my last serious one. Is he simply mad sometimes, but overall is still a good choice for me? Is this the normal pattern of all healthy relationships–the natural ups and downs of every couple, no matter what a great match they are? Or should I worry that this may be a similar pattern as my last abusive boyfriend where I was on the worst roller coaster ride of my life for 11 months where he went from being a smooth-talking, passionate lover to a cheating, aggressive, liar in under a minute and back? Which one is it? Can I tell the difference? Can I finally trust myself to be able to differentiate? Or am I as naive and ignorant as before and haven’t learned anything?
For four long years after the abuse I couldn’t sustain any relationships longer than a month. If they showed any temper, any kind of sexism or momentary lapse of disrespect I was done. After the breakup I tried and realized I couldn’t enjoy having sex. He had manipulated my emotions around sex and used my body to betray me so that I couldn’t trust my own body anymore. It was confusing, humiliating, and the worst of all was that I blamed myself.
Which is what I’m still doing now. I realized recently in one of my peer counseling sessions that I still blame myself for my mom’s abuse by my first dad. I didn’t realize after all this time that I still blame myself for not having been able to protect my mom. Of course, there was no way I could have done anything to protect my mom. I was between 0-5 years old. As adults, I think we often forget how we thought as kids and young people. We often put huge burdens on ourselves to make our parents feel better, to effectually parent our parents.
So if I can someday forgive the little Shiuan from 30 years ago then I will be much gentler with myself in the present day. Now, to do it. Gently.