It's your turn to cook...
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| Introduction | It was always my turn to cook. Unless we had guests. Then, my ex would proudly prepare a meal in front of our guests. And clear the table, and wash up too. "You're so lucky!" I remember someone telling me on one such occasion. "You don't even have to do the dishes!" What a performance! If only they knew. I was beaten, kicked, punched, bitten, raped, had the meals I'd cooked hurled against the wall. I was completely exhausted, all the time. No matter how ill I was, my ex never cooked for me or the children. Unless, of course, we had company. My ex would sit all day, every day in front of the television, watching sport. From this "command post", I would be ordered to cook, clean, tidy, go shopping. If I didn't cook, nobody would eat. This is a blog about my experiences as a survivor of a decade of domestic abuse. If sharing my experiences helps just one person escape the prison that is domestic abuse, I will have achieved something. Hold your heads up high, my fellow survivors, and never give up. You are worth so much more than being some control freak's slave and punch bag. |