Why They Cry
by Laura Lee Fall
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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I recently found out that a woman that was once a neighbor of mine was nearly beaten to death by her husband and will this ever end for so many.
As their spouse hits them all the time and why? I walked away from an abusive marriage after many years and luckily I survived.
There are many in this world that face this similar situation and as a battered woman at one time I met many along my path.
I had a neighbor and she and I became good friends and had much in common. Especially the dreadful night that my husband was beating on me and I rushed over to her home for help.
Suddenly, I paused at the door as her husband was beating on her.
I not only suffered through this, I watched otherís and wrong it is.
Why is it that love sometimes hurts and why is it that when one gives their whole heart the other person breaks it?
These are questions that I have asked myself numerous times throughout my life, as I always had enough reason to question.
Was it me, did I do something wrong to deserve black eyes or for him to tell me constant lies.
Furthermore, was life suppose to be me crying all the time and living this unhappy life.
Why is it that this man of mine hurts me all the time?
Sad to say, there are some women that do not walk away from domestic abuse and I did. However, it left a lasting effect not just emotionally but physically on the left side of my body.
It is such a terrifying experience to go through, as one trembles in fear when their husband walks through the door.
I never thought of myself as this strong person and most times sure felt weak, as I crumbled to the floor.
I certainly became tired of this person with their swinging fist constantly in my face.
When I looked over at my children that were more frightened than I was.
At that moment, I stood up, facing the wicked storm head on and he soon walked out the door and many tears were shed, as our nightmare was finally over.
Furthermore, I stood my strongest to make sure that this never happens again and turned our once upside down life completely around .
Soon the daily frowns disappeared since I took control and faced my biggest fear.
It might be the hardest thing one has ever done, nevertheless, in the long run it is worth it to not be struck down and feel like your trapped with no way out and living in daily fear.
You do come to realize, I am tired of being pushed around. and it is time to turn the table around.
I hope and pray for other people living this way, that the domestic violence goes away, as my heart goes out to you all and remember stand strong.
Since that is what I had done and it has been a few years now without living in fear, as the domestic violence finally left our home.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|The theme that you share here is sadly, a universal one, Laura. Thank you. Love, peace, and healing to you,
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|MY GOD!...THANK THE LORD YOU ARE FREE, LAURA...THAT IS ALL I CAN SAY, THANK GOD YOU ARE FREE! YOU ARE AN ENCOURAGEMENT AND AN EXAMPLE FOR OTHERS. I AM SO SORRY THAT YOUR NEIGHBOR HAS NOT REACHED HER LIMIT YET...I PRAY SHE WILL NOT WAIT TOO LONG BECAUSE NEXT TIME, (IF SHE GOES BACK TO HIM, THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME) HE COULD VERY WELL KILL HER. THANKS FOR SHARING THIS LAURA AND I SEE THIS WAS WRITTEN BACK A COUPLE OF MONTHS...HOW IS SHE DOING? LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|Heart-wrenching. So tragic and sad. You ask why love sometimes hurts, but in these circumstances, it is not love. For the victim who has given their love, their all, yes, but not for the assailant. They know nothing of love. I hope and pray along with you. I am glad to read that you now live without fear and pray that continues for you and for all. God bless. ~Hugs, Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Bravery commendable whereby
Love wins *Laura* Sooo worthy
of a better life are You with
so much heart!!!!
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|They never seem to understand the damage this does to children who have to experience and witness this. I wish I could say I had never known this to occur but I saw it too often and all I can say is THAT is NOT love Great write, Laura|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Laura blessings to you. A write that brings forth
the terrible and tramatic. I am happy for you and
your children. lol Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
Laura, this brings tears and memories. My husband was abusive, I put up with it for years out of fear and knowing I had no place to go. I felt like a trapped animal in a cage. He wasn't only physically abusive but mentally. I felt I had no self esteem at all, He would curse me every day, I can still hear him after all these years. It never leaves you, Laura. I've written alot of abuse poems and I hope you read them. I FINALLY got out only because he'd found another woman. Its a power thing, they choose women who are meek and mild and know won't go against them. I'm happy and proud you got out, Laura. God bless you and I pray you've found happiness.
|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|Thank you for this honesty revealed. My comments are: there is emotional abuse that leaves no visible wound and it joins the black eye version, although the black eye is both emotional and physical. It seems we are not able to make a change until the fear of 'staying' becomes more painful than the fear of 'going into the unknown of leaving' anywhere or anything or anone. Anger, I believe, is fear; and the angry people in this world are riddled with fear. It is too bad they cannot just see, admit and ask for help about that. It would heal many hearts. But they can't. Braveness comes in the form of 'walking away' sometimes. I'm glad you did. So did I. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
This took so much courage to write.
I lived with my father beating my mother for years. The black eyes, the broken bones, the denial.
Finally when I was a senior in high school, he had a knife to her throat and I hit him with a pan and knocked him out. From that day on, he was not longer my father, and he was arrested and never came back again. I vowed that I would never have this in my life, and my children would never have to suffer through something this horrific. It has left scars, but honestly, I am lucky in my life that I didn't have to deal with this type of violence happening around me or my children. I did however, had to deal with my ex husband's alcoholism. That was a whole other painful experience. We all have our past, but we must rise above it all and live in the moment, and enjoy what we have right now...You have a beautiful soul, and you must know that it was never your fault, it was always his issues, not yours.
Move forward as you are doing and you and your children will be that much more happier and joyful.
In peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|Wonderful, terribly pathetic poem, Laura. How terrible that you, or any woman was and is forced to be at the mercy of a cowardly brute of a husband with little or no immediate recourse. I can only hope that the son of a bitch that did this to you has or is spending many days, months or years in prison where he may be the beaten one. One can only hope.
Your friend; Mark
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Men to beat women have a very low opinion of themselves. They have no self respect. Bastards.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|..no, you did nothing wrong to deserve black eyes;
i despise the bastards who bully and beat, cowards
the lot of them..this is very disturbing and very brave.
Bless you, Laura, and bless all women who have to
suffer these horrors
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|My heart aches for women in this position....I can't even imagine what it must be like!!! I'm so happy you got out of that life, Laura! You deserve to be happy and so do your children!!!!
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Laura, I tremble as I read this, "facing the wicked storm head on" there must of been an inner strength that said 'No More'...to turn such a horrific time around and now write about it, is not only theraputic, but helps others that are in this situation. I can't begin to imagine...I am so glad frowns are now smiles and your children do not have to endure such pain as well.