By Liv of Live By Surprise
My girlfriend is in an abusive relationship.
I’ve tried talking to her but, admittedly, I haven’t been very supportive. I mean, I’ve seen evidence of the abuse she takes from him. There are photographs of her bruised and scratched face after a particularly difficult day with him. But she won’t seek help. She insists everything is fine. That his behavior is normal. That it’s her fault, not his. It’s in his nature.
Truth be told, I’m not sure if he’s just a bully or if he’s really evil. I suspect it’s the latter, but they’re all the same. They. Are. All. The. Same.
I’ve taken almost every opportunity to try to convince her that this type of relationship is wrong. It’s unnatural. That she could be in a very loving, nurturing, and mutually beneficial relationship. That she deserves kisses and excitement when she gets through the door. Not to be ignored and treated like a slave.
So if you are reading this, sweetie, this is the last time I’m going to say it, because I gather it’s beginning to get on your nerves:
Cats are jerks. You’d be much better off with a dog.
Love you, though.
This post originally appeared on Live By Surprise.
About the Author
Liv is the pseudonym for a rocking forty year old working mother of three who remarried after a terrible divorce, had a terrible car accident and almost lost her leg, and yet continues to have a positive attitude. Her work has been featured on ScaryMommy, HuffPost and The Mid, and she’s a contributing writer at DivorcedMoms.com. You can also check out her blog: Live By Surprise.