Wednesday, January 25, 2012

...in case you didn't realize...










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If you need immediate assistance, dial 911. 
The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).





Abusers use a variety of tactics to manipulate you and exert their power:

  • Dominance – Abusive individuals need to feel in charge of the relationship. They will make decisions for you and the family, tell you what to do, and expect you to obey without question. Your abuser may treat you like a servant, child, or even as his or her possession.
  • Abusers use a variety of tactics to manipulate you and exert their powerHumiliation – An abuser will do everything he or she can to make you feel bad about yourself or defective in some way. After all, if you believe you're worthless and that no one else will want you, you're less likely to leave. Insults, name-calling, shaming, and public put-downs are all weapons of abuse designed to erode your self-esteem and make you feel powerless.
  • Isolation – In order to increase your dependence on him or her, an abusive partner will cut you off from the outside world. He or she may keep you from seeing family or friends, or even prevent you from going to work or school. You may have to ask permission to do anything, go anywhere, or see anyone.
  • Threats – Abusers commonly use threats to keep their partners from leaving or to scare them into dropping charges. Your abuser may threaten to hurt or kill you, your children, other family members, or even pets. He or she may also threaten to commit suicide, file false charges against you, or report you to child services.
  • Intimidation – Your abuser may use a variety of intimidation tactics designed to scare you into submission. Such tactics include making threatening looks or gestures, smashing things in front of you, destroying property, hurting your pets, or putting weapons on display. The clear message is that if you don't obey, there will be violent consequences.
  • Denial and blame – Abusers are very good at making excuses for the inexcusable. They will blame their abusive and violent behavior on a bad childhood, a bad day, and even on the victims of their abuse. Your abusive partner may minimize the abuse or deny that it occurred. He or she will commonly shift the responsibility on to you: Somehow, his or her violent and abusive behavior is your fault.
  • (cited from: 
  • http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm#understanding 
  • If you need immediate assistance, dial 911. 


  • Born to unusual, but nice, parents, Michelle/Shelby grew up rather uneventfully, living mainly in the deep south (Alabama). Later she would learn that it was her parents' love for her that not only brought them together, but had kept them together. And so life was ideal in many respects and distressing in others. Eventually though the family did scatter like leaves on an autumn morning. Fortunately she was able to extract a sincere appreciation for love, beauty, and an abiding respect for those who at least try.

    The single greatest influence in her life was the remarkable time spent with her step-grandmother;  it was under this influence that she thrived. She was introduced to Literature, also the Arts and Opera. And it was beloved grandmother who told her that if she wanted to be a great writer she must first learn to be an avid reader.

    Early adult life would be peppered with indecision, failings, and the haunting of things not learned in childhood. But as is the case with most sincere artist, out of the angst of life came a great capacity for creativity.

    Shelby considers her writing a gift, a joy, a tremendous responsibility, and something that helps define her life.
    Ms. Anderson is a graduate of Oregon State University. 
  • The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).

Monday, January 23, 2012

Signs that You're in an Abusive Relationship




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SIGNS THAT YOU’RE IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP
Your Inner Thoughts and Feelings
Your Partner’s Belittling Behavior
Do you:
  • feel afraid of your partner much of the time?
  • avoid certain topics out of fear of angering your partner?
  • feel that you can’t do anything right for your partner?
  • believe that you deserve to be hurt or mistreated?
  • wonder if you’re the one who is crazy?
  • feel emotionally numb or helpless? 
Does your partner:
  • humiliate or yell at you?
  • criticize you and put you down?
  • treat you so badly that you’re embarrassed for your friends or family to see?
  • ignore or put down your opinions or accomplishments?
  • blame you for their own abusive behavior?
  • see you as property or a sex object, rather than as a person?
Your Partner’s Violent Behavior or Threats
Your Partner’s Controlling Behavior
Does your partner:
  • have a bad and unpredictable temper?
  • hurt you, or threaten to hurt or kill you? 
  • threaten to take your children away or harm them?
  • threaten to commit suicide if you leave?
  • force you to have sex?
  • destroy your belongings?
Does your partner:
  • act excessively jealous and possessive?
  • control where you go or what you do?
  • keep you from seeing your friends or family?
  • limit your access to money, the phone, or the car?
  • constantly check up on you?


(cited from: http://www.recovery-man.com/abusive/abusive_signs.htm / http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm#understanding )



If you need immediate assistance, dial 911. 
The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).


Born to unusual, but nice, parents, Michelle/Shelby grew up rather uneventfully, living mainly in the deep south (Alabama). Later she would learn that it was her parents' love for her that not only brought them together, but had kept them together. And so life was ideal in many respects and distressing in others. Eventually though the family did scatter like leaves on an autumn morning. Fortunately she was able to extract a sincere appreciation for love, beauty, and an abiding respect for those who at least try.

The single greatest influence in her life was the remarkable time spent with her paternal grandmother;  it was under this influence that she thrived. Her grandmother introduced her to not only fine Literature, but also the Arts and the Opera. And it was beloved grandmother who told her that if she wanted to be a great writer she must first learn to be an avid reader.

Early adult life would be peppered with indecision, failings, and the haunting of things not learned in childhood. But as is the case with most sincere artist, out of the angst of life came a great capacity for creativity.

Shelby considers her writing a gift...a joy, a tremendous responsibility, and something that helps to define her life.
Ms. Anderson is a graduate of Oregon State University; and is also currently working on a master's degree.

She lives in very picturesque Central Oregon with her two children. 

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Have you ever wanted to kill someone?






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Have you ever wanted to kill someone? I don't ask to incite violence, its a legitimate question. One that very few of us would trust ourselves to answer honestly. But if you have ever been slapped, punched, raped or repeatedly abused, you may have found that you have actually wished that person dead. It may not be that you fantasize about killing, as much as you just wish that person were somehow extricated from your life. Women who have suffered abuse for a long time may think about their abuser dying in a freak hunting or car accident. The logic is if the abuser died coincidentally then the abuse would stop and no one would have to be the bad guy when it came to ending the relationship. It is a sad, sick place to be in life where the only measure you have is hoping your abuser will die. 

The Word of God says ..."make no friends with a angry man, and with a furious man thou shalt not go...lest you learn his ways and get a snare unto thy soul..." I do not have to guess at an interpretation here. God is saying through the wisdom of the proverbs, that being around a violent angry man can bend you to learning to be just like him. It may just be my experience, but I have found it is true. Violence, doesn't have to begat Violence; but it sure as heck can. Especially for women who either stay a long time, or go back repeatedly. 
I have never wanted to kill someone...ok...well at least no one who hadn't beat, punched or raped me first...but then I just wanted them to magically disappear...Can you relate??? 

I guess that is the difference between us and them...they actually impose their wills on people...the rest of don't.




If you need immediate assistance, dial 911. 
The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).







Born to unusual, but nice, parents, Michelle/Shelby grew up rather uneventfully, living mainly in the deep south (Alabama). Later she would learn that it was her parents' love for her that not only brought them together, but had kept them together. And so life was ideal in many respects and distressing in others. Eventually though the family did scatter like leaves on an autumn morning. Fortunately she was able to extract a sincere appreciation for love, beauty, and an abiding respect for those who at least try.

The single greatest influence in her life was the remarkable time spent with her paternal grandmother;  it was under this influence that she thrived. Her grandmother introduced her to not only fine Literature, but also the Arts and the Opera. And it was beloved grandmother who told her that if she wanted to be a great writer she must first learn to be an avid reader.

Early adult life would be peppered with indecision, failings, and the haunting of things not learned in childhood. But as is the case with most sincere artist, out of the angst of life came a great capacity for creativity.

Shelby considers her writing a gift...a joy, a tremendous responsibility, and something that helps to define her life.
Ms. Anderson is a graduate of Oregon State University; and is also currently working on a master's degree.

She lives in very picturesque Central Oregon with her two children. 

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

...Tough Love? Really?




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Just over on Facebook debating the virtues and vices of  "Tough Love"...
'I am not sure that the people who came up with the concept of "Tough Love" meant it to create the annihilation of family relations...it was supposed to be a temporary measure to put some space between the hurting and the hurtful...(as in hurting people, hurt people)...so distance yourself until they can be more healthy...it wasn't supposed to be a death sentence, of anyone...or of any family...there was still supposed to be Love..."


It hit me today...driving somewhere...who knows...the point is...it hit me why this novel is such a thorn of contention between me and my family...it isn't that I haven't forgiven them...the brutal truth is, they haven't forgiven me...for what? How about anything, ever...all of my failures, misgivings, my odd, spicy little personality...whatever...everything I have ever said or done grinds on their nerves like salt in a wound...and enough is enough. 


In psychological circles, if you have dealt with something it should be able to be talked about in a healthy way...which may be why writing the book, and writing this blog doesn't bother me in the least...I know who I am...I know what I lived...and I still seek out counseling when I need it.


It was a revelation today when this truth hit me...I had forgiven them...they just hadn't forgiven me...for anything and everything...both real and perceived.


I have railed against their gossip, back-biting and bitterness for so long, that I have quite frankly gotten dirty with it myself...tragic...and a complete waste of time...and I have been in bondage that nearly 30 years. They wanted to gossip. They wanted to find fault. They wanted to self me down the river for a bit of glory, themselves. And I stood there...trying to right every wrong...undo every misunderstanding...bend and twist to every whim. And it led to nothing...and nothingness. 


I can reach back and share because I do forgive them and me. I can reach out to them because I have forgiven them...unforgiveness is there...it just wasn't mine. And they would be able to reach back, or reach out until the grapple with their own pain and unforgiveness. 


The reason I could make no headway, wasn't because I wasn't trying...yeah...and even though I may never make headway...I can live life with the love, care and exuberance that I had so many years ago...it didn't die...the rose may have been trampled, bruised even...but it had not died.


So, conclusion? Tough Love is not a weapon to beat people over the head with...is not a way of life, but rather a temporary measure to help break bad habits that put others in danger, only...as I see it. 









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If you need immediate assistance, dial 911. 
The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).


Born to unusual, but nice, parents, Michelle/Shelby grew up rather uneventfully, living mainly in the deep south (Alabama). Later she would learn that it was her parents' love for her that not only brought them together, but had kept them together. And so life was ideal in many respects and distressing in others. Eventually though the family did scatter like leaves on an autumn morning. Fortunately she was able to extract a sincere appreciation for love, beauty, and an abiding respect for those who at least try.

The single greatest influence in her life was the remarkable time spent with her paternal grandmother;  it was under this influence that she thrived. Her grandmother introduced her to not only fine Literature, but also the Arts and the Opera. And it was beloved grandmother who told her that if she wanted to be a great writer she must first learn to be an avid reader.

Early adult life would be peppered with indecision, failings, and the haunting of things not learned in childhood. But as is the case with most sincere artist, out of the angst of life came a great capacity for creativity.

Shelby considers her writing a gift...a joy, a tremendous responsibility, and something that helps to define her life.
Ms. Anderson is a graduate of Oregon State University.

She lives in the Pacific Northwest with
 her family

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The House That Silence Bought by Shelby Anderson | ISBN # 978-1-61777-743-1 | Tate Publishing





Born to unusual, but nice, parents, Michelle/Shelby grew up rather uneventfully, living mainly in the deep south (Alabama). Later she would learn that it was her parents' love for her that not only brought them together, but had kept them together. And so life was ideal in many respects and distressing in others. Eventually though the family did scatter like leaves on an autumn morning. Fortunately she was able to extract a sincere appreciation for love, beauty, and an abiding respect for those who at least try.

The single greatest influence in her life was the remarkable time spent with her paternal grandmother;  it was under this influence that she thrived. Her grandmother introduced her to not only fine Literature, but also the Arts and the Opera. And it was beloved grandmother who told her that if she wanted to be a great writer she must first learn to be an avid reader.

Early adult life would be peppered with indecision, failings, and the haunting of things not learned in childhood. But as is the case with most sincere artist, out of the angst of life came a great capacity for creativity.

Shelby considers her writing a gift...a joy, a tremendous responsibility, and something that helps to define her life.
Ms. Anderson is a graduate of Oregon State University; and is also currently working on a master's degree.

She lives in very picturesque Central Oregon with her two children. 






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A portion of the proceeds from novel help support local women's shelters


If you need immediate assistance, dial 911. 
The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).

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The novel is being released this month; and already people are buying it online. It may not be a definitive work on surviving abuse, but it is a very personal one. It tugged at my heart to write it; and it also changed me as a writer to finish it. Good can come out of the darkness...the darkness of abuse, denial, dysfunction and self defeating behaviors.

If you have lived through something similar let me know. Sometimes sharing can improve a person's perspective.

My ex once called me a liar...and not for the usual things that a woman in a marriage can lie about such as her weight or how much she spends shopping. I am not excusing those things, just saying its practically pandemic that women sometimes keeps things from their husbands. It maybe shouldn't be that way. Maybe it speaks to a bigger problems in the relationship. But when you couple lying to keep your husband from getting mad with your husband may actually beat you for it...that is something else entirely.

I have the peace of knowing that I did not lie to me ex on a regular basis...except when it came to trying to get away from him. He doesn't want to deal with that, because he would have to deal with why I wanted away from him in the first place.

He likes to tell the story about how he called me from work one day and I claimed to be setting out the fixings to make red beans and rice. Red beans and rice is a favored dish in the South where we lived. I am not sure how often I made the dish for him, but that day he sounded genuinely happy to hear that was what I was making. And at the time I was telling him about it I was actually putting stuff on the counter to make dinner. However, I was also packing up my stuff to leave that day. I do not remember feeling badly about this lie. After all he had a temper to beat the band, so I was leaving him. My parents didn't want to hear anything negative about the man, so I had enlisted the help of my brother and a friend to get me away from him "this time". It is so tragic to have a pattern of leaving and coming back. And it wasn't just a case of the "boy who cried wolf" about leaving that upset my family; they genuinely didn't believe this man was capable of rage, breaking things, threats, rape and a whole host of other threatening traits. I had the added complication of him being a very dear friend of the family.

So this one time the only support I could rally from family was my one brother. and so we were packing, loading and getting the heck out of Dodge, so to speak. I left without a note, without notice and certainly without remorse. And to day this day my ex tells his version of the event all he mentions was that I lied to him. Wow. right? But that's the way it works. If they could handle the truth they would willingly go to therapy, learn new behaviors and habits and not make their families afraid in the first place.

I did lie to him. I was leaving and not getting ready to fix dinner. Lies in that kind of situation are at least tolerated, because of safety issues. But lies usually bend and twist a person; or at least they did me. I don't like to lie. I don't like lying even being an option; but with a violent, quick-tempered man it sometimes is...it mostly is. Of course as I share in the "Dissociative" post the whole relationship had been based upon lies. Untangling from that many lies wasn't going to be easy or fun, just worth it.

Available on Amazon, Tate Publishing online...and Ingram Book Company/Distributors for local retail ordering...so ask for "The House that Silence Bought" 

Welcome to my blog. Its not just the mad rantings of an abuse survivor, because I didn't just survive I overcame. The blog is also intended to be bold enough and provocative enough to stir those afraid to get help, to get help. Abusive relationships rarely, if ever, turn out well. There are the cases where the guy admits he is out of control, seeks help, applies what he has learned and sets new path...but that is rare...and as was pointed out in the movie "He is just not that into you"...that is the exception and not the rule...a bit out of context...but still applies here. Abusive guys rarely change, and rarer still change without serious intervention.

I want to know your stories. I want to know if you need help.

I am here. And I am here to say that you can overcome.

warmly,

Michelle





Monday, January 16, 2012

Denial is a Drug




If you need immediate assistance, dial 911. 
The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).


Born to unusual, but nice, parents, Michelle/Shelby grew up rather uneventfully, living mainly in the deep south (Alabama). Later she would learn that it was her parents' love for her that not only brought them together, but had kept them together. And so life was ideal in many respects, and distressing in others. 
Eventually though the family did scatter like leaves on an autumn morning. Fortunately she was able to extract a sincere appreciation for love, beauty, and an abiding respect for those who at try.

The single greatest influence in her life was the remarkable time spent with her step grandmother;  it was under this influence that she thrived. Her step grandmother introduced her to not only fine Literature, but also the Arts and the Opera. And it was she who told her that if she wanted to be a great writer she must first learn to be an avid reader.

Early adult life would be peppered with indecision, failings, and the haunting of things not learned in childhood. But as is the case with most sincere artist, out of the angst of life came a great capacity for creativity.

Shelby considers her writing a gift, a joy, and a tremendous responsibility. It is something that helps to define her life.

Ms. Anderson is a graduate of Oregon State University. She works in healthcare. 

She lives in beautiful Western Washington 
with an aunt, an uncle and her disabled son, Jordan.




 





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I was having a rough day; very rough. Until that is I just saw the latest commercial from The Partnership for a Drug Free America...with their new commercial called "Denial is a Drug". And I had a "now, that's what I am talking about moment".

Yay! that someone said it out loud. 
Because my novel addresses/explores the very real, unrelenting and almost debilitating experiences I had with confronting other people's denial. So when I saw this commercial I thought  I was going to shout "praise the Lord". And much like denial facilitates drug abuse, it also facilitates other forms of abuse as well...like the abuse my son suffered back in 2000.

Prior to Jordan being hurt by a man named Billy, I was already in and out of shelters. Why? When my family lived just down the road? Well, because my abusive ex-husband was friends with  my family...and they did not want to hear that he was abusive. Did I mention a number of them are still friends with the abusive ex. Why? I am thinking because "denial" is in fact a drug. A drug that deadens us to reality. A drug that keeps us in our comfort zones and off of the front lines (of actually making a difference in people's lives). Denial is a drug!!! Wow!!! I could not have said it better myself!!!Denial keeps the abuse going! Denial insulates otherwise caring people from acting! Denial keeps people from repenting! Keeps people from getting their hands dirty with having to extend themselves!

Denial keeps a family from even seeing or calling their grand child; because if we say it didn't happen/or that  wasn't as bad as it actually was then we can go on with our lives like it never happened. Disabled kids are disposable aren't they? They don't need love, family, encouragement, respect or memories, right?

Denial should not be a drug...but a simple defense mechanism, lasting from 5 minutes to maybe a few weeks...it should not be a way of life!!! But it is for so many!!!

Can denial hurt someone? Yes, I have a disabled 15 year old who is as scarred by Denial as he ever was by Billy injuring him.


This is my son, Jordan: for whom "The House that Silence Bought" written


Monday, January 9, 2012

Selling The House that Silence Bought



I am making this part of my blog...because I no longer have a 9-5. I have to make my life, my blog and my novel all self-supporting. For now, this is how I am doing it!!!



Sunday, January 8, 2012

Dissociative Episode



If you need immediate assistance, dial 911. 
The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).


Born to unusual, but nice, parents, Michelle/Shelby grew up rather uneventfully, living mainly in the deep south (Alabama). Later she would learn that it was her parents' love for her that not only brought them together, but had kept them together. And so life was ideal in many respects and distressing in others. Eventually though the family did scatter like leaves on an autumn morning. Fortunately she was able to extract a sincere appreciation for love, beauty, and an abiding respect for those who at least try.

The single greatest influence in her life was the remarkable time spent with her paternal grandmother;  it was under this influence that she thrived. Her grandmother introduced her to not only fine Literature, but also the Arts and the Opera. And it was beloved grandmother who told her that if she wanted to be a great writer she must first learn to be an avid reader.

Early adult life would be peppered with indecision, failings, and the haunting of things not learned in childhood. But as is the case with most sincere artist, out of the angst of life came a great capacity for creativity.

Shelby considers her writing a gift...a joy, a tremendous responsibility, and something that helps to define her life.
Ms. Anderson is a graduate of Oregon State University; and is also currently working on a master's degree.

She lives in very picturesque Central Oregon with her two children. 







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Anyone reading the novel "The House that Silence Bought", that actually knows me, will wonder which parts are based on the true story and which parts are fiction. I am fairly sure I never shared about the "3 gun summer" with you. I am not sure if you have ever seen the movie "Nurse Betty"; but the parallels between the trauma in that movie and the traumas of the season of 1993/1994 are very similar. If you haven't seen that particular movie, hopefully I can share it with enough detail that you understand it anyway. What happens to Nurse Betty in the movie falls under the psychological grouping of a dissociative disorder. Of course dissociative disorders can range from mild to profound. The one depicted in Nurse Betty was actually a bit profound; and used for dramatic affect. When it happens in real life it can be very unsettling; and sometimes may not resolve itself as completely as in the movie. 


I had not readily been aware of this disorder until I had taken half a dozen or so psychology classes for my bachelor's degree. I do know that when I saw the movie Nurse Betty I got physically ill by the depiction. It was only later in counseling sessions that it would be pointed out that I may have had a similar episode back in 1993/1994. 


What I am sharing is stuff that I attempted to share with both my dad and stepmother but of course hit their infamous denial cloak. Because my stepmother and Richard had been friends for so long that there was no way they were going to tolerate hearing anything negative about him. 


When I moved back to Mobile in1993 I was emotionally spent. I had just ended a marriage to a very nice man, named Rick that I cared for very much. However his daughter was severely disturbed . She took to hitting, slugging and slapping me on a regular basis. She had been raped and brutalized all before the age of 12. Both Rick and I tried to help her but even a year's worth of therapy was not in time. The last I had heard on update on her she had become a prostitute in downtown Portland. Oregon; which is tragic because she was a sweet and very bright child. After a while of trying to get her help it became clear she needed more intensive help that 2 times a week psychotherapy. Eventually I left. I told Rick that if she hit me one more time I was leaving. She did. And so I left. 


The trip down back to Alabama was scary and overwhelming. I had a flat, twice. And I lost a muffler somewhere in the middle of Wyoming...at 2 in the morning. Which was compounded by the fact that sparks were going everywhere and I wasn't sure why. 




Eventually I go back down to Dad's house. In short order I needed to find a place to rent, because everything stressed my stepmother out. One day I met Richard. Apparently he had a crush on me for years, even though I had just met him. He had dated my step-sister for about 6 months; but by that time they were just getting together for sex ever so often. Of course I didn't even know the half of their sordid little tale. My step-sister got the wise idea to ask Richard to let me rent a room. Thinking he was enough of a family friend, that if my family trusted that I could, I eventually relented. I was in Richard's house less than 12 hours when he made a pass at me. While my hurt emotions were flattered, and I liked the idea that my dad and step mother liked him, I was in no state to consider anything; after all I wasn't even divorced from Rick. 


Within a month or so of moving in to Richard's spare bedroom it became clear he was not going to let the idea of him and I go. I found another place to live for 3 months. All the while Richard was doing a full court press. And what was icky about it was that it seemed like my parents were pushing me toward Richard. In fact I was pulled aside and asked not to hurt Richard (instead of the other way around). It was a confusing, very stressful time. I hadn't even gotten over Rick. A short time later I found someone considered dating, who wasn't Richard; it was a guy named Stuart. This seemed to piss everyone off. And I remember thinking "exactly who is family here, and who is not?" 


Long story short Richard was relentless in pursuing me. He was hell bent into thinking that he had fallen in love with because of a picture on dad's wall that he had stared at even as far back as when he and step-sister were originally dating year before. I felt suffocated by Richard. But what was even more hurtful was the attitude displayed by family that insisted that I needed to settle down with Richard. In fact, I over heard one conversation in which is was suggested that there was something wrong with me if I didn't want someone as great as Richard supposedly was. Nice thing for family to say behind my back. Almost as nice as them saying through the years that I was crazy just like my mom. Lovely people. Nothing like a loving family to rally around a person. 


But other things were going on too...and in the span of a few weeks I was in a bank robbery, held up at gun point and robbed...ex boyfriend, Stuart had taken pills and said he was committing suicide over losing me...and had Richard pull a gun out in front of me too...and somewhere in the midst of Richard handing me a loaded gun...and asking me me to kill him...something snapped...obviously it was traumatic...but I would have no idea just how much until about 3 months after we were married. 


I had gone over to his house to try and tell him once and for all that I didn't want to be with him. He had fixed dinner...and was being very romantic. I could probably do a play by play if pressed...but it boiled down to me telling Richard I didn't want to date him...and him pulling out a gun...when he first pulled it out I didn't know if it was loaded. I didn't know if he intended to shoot me or him or both. I just froze. The bank robbery flashed through my mind. The hold up outside of a party near Stuart's house flashed through my mind. I was nauseated, had cold chills and was petrified. In the end Richard handed me the gun and said if I wasn't going to date and marry him that he wanted me to kill him. I was holding the gun. I laid the gun down. I was terrified that he would pick it back up and hurt one of us. 


I cannot remember when something snapped internally. I remember trying to make the gun go away. Within a week we were dating. Withing 3 months were were married. Only Mom and Mam knew that something was horribly amiss. Mam decided to come back for the wedding because she didn't understand why I would marry someone like Richard. 


Three months after the wedding I was standing in a line at the Winn Dixie. And I was filling a check. And all of sudden I was crying. I could not remember my name. I didn't know where I was. I had no memory of dating or agreeing to marry Richard. It was like I just shut down after he pulled the gun. The night he pulled the gun raced through my head. People in the store were starting to worry about me. I looked at the name on the checks and finish filling out the check and left.


Let me know if you can identify. 
Let know in what way I can be there for you. 


Sincerely, 


Michelle aka  Shelby Anderson