I used to judge.
I’m not proud of it.
But I used to judge those who stayed in abusive relationships.
I criticized the victim for staying put while exclaiming that, were I ever to find myself in a similar situation, I would leave immediately.
It always seemed so clear to me. So cut and dry.
If the victim wasn’t choosing to leave, then they were choosing to be hit.
But that was before I was judged myself.
I wasn’t in an abusive relationship*. But I was played. And I played along. Played the fool. People hear of my situation and wonder how I didn’t know about the marital embezzlement or the double life. I’m criticized for staying unaware.
And you know my first response when I hear those words?
You weren’t there.
You don’t know.
The same words spoken by those that have been in abusive relationships.
It’s so easy to declare a solution to a problem when you’re viewing it from the outside. But it’s a false clarity, born of perspective and ignorance. When you only see a piece, it’s easy to play judge. But life isn’t that simple.
People stay in abusive relationships because the abuse comes in slowly and “normal” is changed over time.
People stay in abusive relationships because they learned in childhood that abuse is love.
People stay in abusive relationships because they believe they are not worth more.
People stay in abusive relationships because they fear the repercussions of leaving more than those of staying.
People stay in abusive relationships because they love their partner. Except when they fear him/her.
People stay in abusive relationships because the abuser is a skilled trapper, limiting resources and escape routes.
People stay in abusive relationships because their partner is a wonderful parent.
People stay in abusive relationships because they are hopeful that he/she will return to the way it was.
People stay in abusive relationships because depression keeps them stuck.
People stay in abusive relationships because “one more time” is always repeated once more.
People stay in abusive relationships because of fear. And love. And shame. And hope.
I judged for the same reason people have judged me.
I wanted to believe that I was too strong, too smart, too brave for it to ever happen to me. I wanted to believe that I was safe.
And since then, I’ve made friends with many people who have opened up to me about the abuse they’ve endured. And these friends are all strong and smart and brave.
I’ve learned not to judge. To be willing to accept that I am not immune. That I cannot truly understand a situation unless I have lived it. And that in any case, it is better to listen with compassion that speak with judgement.
*My ex husband never was physically abusive. He was never openly controlling. However, he was manipulative and secretive. And I was physically afraid of him once he left; I realized that he was capable of things I never imagined. It was a type of covert abuse.
If you are on Twitter, check out the hashtags #WhyILeft and #WhyIStayed. Powerful.

