Married to the Meteor.

Married to the Meteor.
Sep 4, 2008 9:31 pm
I was 22 when I married. I was young, full of dreams, and fantasies about what marriage should, could, and would be, I wanted it all, and I wanted him. I wanted the him I had gotten to know over the six months that made of our courtship. I wanted the man I could see him becoming. Early on I noticed certain personality traits that were disturbing to me. I ignored them. I was overreacting, right? He was curt, stubborn, rude, cold, mean, nasty, loud, and violent. I ignored it. There was an adjustment period, right?He tried in his own way, to show me something... but apparently, I wasn't what he bargained for... he reminded me of that in subtle ways. But I think at first he tried. A least the first week. About a month into our marriage, the Meteor and I adopted a puppy. She was my baby. I loved her from the start, and she loved me.Before our household items arrived from the movers, I knew I should bolt. GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE, my head was screaming! But, my heart was saying; relationships take work... it's just an adjustment. I should have trusted my instincts, swallowed my pride, and listened to the voice inside me that was telling me how wrong it all was. The day our household items arrived, I was busy unpacking the upstairs, he was unpacking downstairs. At one point, he came upstairs, and the puppy, excited to see him got tangled in the lap corp and the lamp fell to the floor. The shade of the lamp was made of glass, it shattered. Instead of worrying about the puppy's safety, he flies into a rage and picks her up and starts hitting her ... hard. and telling her what a bad dog she is, I was crying hysterically, begging him to stop. He quickly directed his violence towards me. I was thinking, I can take it, I've been here before, anything he can dish out ... I can take, just so long as I don't have to witness someone hurting my baby dog. That set the tone, for the years that followed. It wasn't the last time he was violent towards me, or the animals, but it did have a great impact. That moment is at the deepest part of me. It rocked my foundation. Even more so, than it had before. Before it was the BMOC, I was able to get free of him. But my husband? I would never break free.... ever. I made a promise to him, a promise I intended to keep, no matter how he broke it with every single breath he took.