I was watchin Law and Order: SVU with my mom (not REALLY my mom, but she did more for me than my mom has) and it was an episode I've seen a million times now. It was one where the girl went into a pharmacy tryin to get the Morning After pill, claiming she was raped and didnt want to have the rapists baby. She told Olivia and the hospital staff that she was attacked in an alley and raped. What really happened was that she turned her husband down when he wanted to "make a baby" and he beat her ass then proceeded to rape her. The show then focused on the abusive relationship she was in. Olivia got her to go to a shelter for battered women and the next morning she went home to her husband. Later that same day, he stabbed her in her chest during and argument, and she died.
It was at that moment that my mom got so mad. She sat here talking about how ignorant she was for going back to him, knowing that one day, he would kill her and that it was like she almost deserved it. I cut her off and told her that most women in an abusive relationship always go back, and a lot of them dont survive. I sat for a minute and thought about what I had just said. Then it hit me:
I will almost undoubtedly be in at least one abusive relationship.
I always said that I would never allow a man to put his hands on me, and I always vowed that if a man DID have the balls to hit me, it would be the last time he ever put his hands on anyone. But let me be realistic for a minute...
When I love, I love HARD. And most times, I dont know when to let go. In the past, with my ex's, I would end up feeling bad when something happened about 98% of the time. For example, when Andrew cheated on me, I was pissed, but more than anything, I was hurt. I definitely let him have it. Didnt hold anything back. After I let him know how I was thinking, I sat there and asked myself what I did wrong. When he told me that HE needed time to think about if he wanted to stay with me, I felt like everything that happened was my fault. And when he finally did decide to end it, I convinced myself that it WAS my fault. I convinced myself that if I would have done something different, we would have still been together.
With Jake, when he started talkin to his ex again (even if it wasnt on "that" level), I felt like it was cause of something I did (or didnt do).
When David (from NY) kept standing me up, I kept telling myself it was cause I wasnt good enough for him. Cause he didnt want to be with me when he could find something better.
When David (from around the corner) started gettin close to me, and then suddenly pulled away, I told myself its cause I wasnt doing for him what he needed for me to do.
The point is, every time I fall in love (or lust, and think its love), and something goes wrong, I always blame myself. Then there is the fact that I'm always drawn to the wrong men. I always fall for ppl who need help, whether mine, or someone elses. I always fall for the guys that will end up destroying me. For those reasons alone, I can see myself being with someone and having him hit me. And instead of beating his ass, like a woman in her right mind would do, I would say "It was my fault. I mad him mad. He didnt mean it. If I would have kept my mouth shut, it wouldnt have happened. He was just trying to teach me a lesson" Or whatever the hell else these women say nowadays. And I know Ill be one of those who wont leave because "...I love him." or because "... he's all I have."
And not only that, but my father was very abusive with my mother. I would always see him beat her. And if I didnt see him do it, I would see the bruises left all over her body and her face. They say that a father is a girls first boyfriend; meaning that he is the first man we fall in love with. He is the man that shows us what love is, how we should be treated and ultimately, what we look for in a relationship down the road. I know for me, my daddy was EVERYTHING. Ever since my father died, I have been lookin for someone to fill that hole in my heart. And more often than not, Ill go for the thug, the gangster, the bad ass; just cause they remind me of my daddy.
I know it sounds crazy that Im sittin here telling you all that I will be in an abusive relationship, but its just me being real with myself. Its me looking at my past relationships and the men that I am drawn to. Its me looking at the way I have been treated. Its me looking at the way my father treated my mother. Its me looking at the way I let men step all over me. Being who I am right now, at this point in my life, and if I dont change the way I am, how could it not happen?