Adrianna’s Life

I am a 60 year old female that for most of my life have been in abusive relationships, starting at home with my Father.

I married at a very young age to escape the miserable “family” life I had. Big mistake. I went from the frying pan to the fire. After over 30 years of marriage to an emotionally and physically abusive husband, I finally got the guts it takes to divorce him. Although this took everything tangible away from me, including one of my children and grandchildren, I have never had any regrets. It’s been 10 years since my divorce and I’m still fighting! My ex-husband was a very successful man and I was his “show piece”. He had a very good company attorney and I had nothing. What I did have was the “will” to find a better life. I was not allowed to work outside the home during those years so, consequently, at the time of his death and the loss of my alimony, finding a job proved impossible. 

After a couple of years, I met a gentleman that swept me off my feet..or so I thought. He said and did all the right things. Actually, he said what he knew I wanted to hear. At the time, I owned my own home and was working full-time making a very good income. I let him talk me into selling my home, quitting my job and moving 75 miles away to live with him. Things went well for about 2 years. Then, one day, I realized we had fallen into a pattern of me, Mommy, and him, Child. All he really cared about was a clean house, laundry and shopping done and food on the table 3 times a day. We didn’t go out, socialize at all or even talk. If his nose wasn’t in a crossword puzzle it was on the TV. Bedtime was 8 p.m. and the following day the pattern continued. At that point in time, my Father was dying from cancer. I drove 75 miles back and forth to help my Mother take care of him. This, in itself, is very difficult to deal with even in the best of relationships. I didn’t have a “relationship”, I had a “child” at home that wanted me there 24/7 to cater to his needs. Finally after 5 years, I just quit! Left and moved back to my hometown to try to get on with life and care for my Dad.



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