My Independence Day – My Story of Domestic Abuse


As I write this, we are hours away from Independence Day and it’s always a bitter sweet day for me. July 4, 2008 was the day I reclaimed my independence

I make reference to domestic abuse, domestic violence, PTSD and the violence against women act in various social media channels I am present in – but I haven’t really spoken openly about it in a public forum to any great degree, but 5 years on from my independence day, I feel like it’s a  fitting time to open up.

Last weekend my story was written and published by a London journalist and featured in the Sunday newspaper (see below) – this was the very first time my story was shared outside of my immediate family and friends. It hurts to read and I know neither my husband or my parents have read it and I understand why, but it isn’t something I am ashamed of, it is something I gained from.


On July 4, 2008 I left my, now, ex-husband. Saying “I left him” takes away the emotion and the drama – what you don’t read in those words “I left” is the angst, fear, pain and suffering. My story of abuse is much like what many other women are dealing with – chances are you know someone who is dealing with abuse at home, it could be your mother, your sister, your best friend, the girl in the office, your daughter,  or it’s you. We, the victims, or survivors, hide abuse well, our abusers hide it even better. We feel ashamed, we feel like failures, like we are letting everyone down, like it’s our fault. When I left my ex-husband, I was running, literally running for my life, running for help, terrified, terrified, that July 4, 2008 was going to be the night he actually took that last step in the familiar abuse pattern, and killed me.

At the hands of my abuser, my husband, the man I loved, I was psychologically tortured every day for over 2 years – living on a knife edge, walking on egg  shells, never knowing when the explosion would happen and what it would be. I was strangled, kicked, thrown out the house, humiliated in front of friends and strangers. I was chased down and dragged down the street. My belongings were destroyed or thrown in the trash when I didn’t ‘behave’. Walls were punched inches from my head. I was held down, strangled and raped. This was, what he called love. I tried to leave, I left 6 times, he talked me home every time, with tears, apologies and promises. I believed him. I loved him. I was embarrassed.

I have been diagnosed with PTSD. A lot of people don’t realize that mental and emotional abuse can damage you, affect you that badly to leave you with post-traumatic stress disorder – but it can, and it does. My abuse is over, my abuser far away, but the trauma hasn’t gone away, including frequent nightmares, night sweats, crying, screaming and panic attacks in my sleep. It took me 4 years of therapy to be able to speak with emotion about what happened – for years I was clinical in my explanation of what happened, cold, I took out the emotion because I didn’t know how to process it. I saw myself outside of my own body. 5 years on, I can now connect me, with the facts and the emotion.

5 years seems so long ago, yet I remember every minute of that night vividly.

It’s times like those, that you learn who your true friends are – the ones who want to stick around and go through the trenches with you. The friends who pull you out and hold you up and support you in any and every way that they can.

I vowed, that with every friend that helped me I would pay it forward. It has taken me some time to get to a place where I am financially and emotionally comfortable. Where my life is better than it has ever been and I can start to help others.

I can’t donate hundreds or thousands of dollars, but I can donate my time and my experience and my advice. I am now a mentor to women who are going or have gone through what I went through. I am not a therapist, a counselor or a doctor, but I can help. I hope that my talking to each of these women, I am giving them the support that I had, the understanding shoulder to cry on and the strength to know that there is a way out. There can be the ‘happily ever after’.

I hope that by sharing my story, I can help other women survive and find their strength. People ask me if I regret my choice to be with my abuser, to stay with my abuser for so long – I regret what happened to me, and wish it on no one, but I love the person that I have become, the strength I have. The courage I know I have and the bravery that I can be proud of. I love the strong bonds I have with those that were there for me in my hardest time  they will be my friends eternally. Lastly, without that experience, I wouldn’t be where I am now, physically, emotionally, financially – and I wouldn’t have this amazing love with an incredible man, who has shown me what true love means, what a true man is like and how after such darkness and fear, there is love and light  – for all of these things, there could never be regret.

To my dear friends, Diana, The Kaufmans, Nick & Jenny, Andrew (amongst many things, the man who taught me to pay it forward), Jonathan and the Weisman’s  – thank you for being there in 2008 and now – you have my eternal gratitude.

My parents and my husband  – I know these things are hard to read and thank you for your never ending love and support.

So, as I am about to celebrate my first Independence day as an American, I will look back at how far I have come and how there is life after abuse.

Wishing you all a safe and happy July 4th.


If you, or someone you know needs help please contact the domestic abuse hotline (US) for guidance, contacts and safety plans on 1-800-799-7233 or 0800-2000-247 in the UK

Don’t hesitate to call 911/999 in an emergency – know that is always better to be safe and protected.


I am a Domestic Abuse Mentor – please contact me or use the information page here to seek help from one of the group of mentors available to help for free.

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10 responses »

  1. What an amazing story of triumphing against the odds. I suffered abuse at the hands of a loved one for years, you get stuck in a hopeless cycle and for some, a woman i knew in fact, the cycle ends when he finally goes too far and takes her life. I’m so pleased that you have not only made it through and found happiness and love, but that you are now sharing your experience and using it to help others, we need more amazing strong women like you out there! Massive kudos to you 🙂


    • Thank you so much. I am so glad that you are a fellow survivor and not a victim or worse a statistic – it takes a lot of courage to be free. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your kind words. I hope that this will reach some women who it can help.


      • This is literally the first time I have reblogged something, I am so taken by your story and your strength. Pat yourself on the back and be SO proud of yourself, because you should be. Those who do survive abuse often get stuck in another cycle of perpetual victim, nothing ever goes their way and they don’t realize that happiness is something you must fight for, something you have to earn and doesn’t just fall into your lap, so I finally confronted my past abuse and kicked it’s butt. I’m so glad you did too!! I LOVE a positive attitude after such bad things have happened to a person, it’s admirable.


      • I so appreciate it. I honestly do. I feel like there’s 2 options when things like this happen – you either get stuck in the depression and negativity of why me, or you pick yourself up (with help from friends and family and support groups) and you get yourself back on track and make the best of whatever you have. The therapist I saw from the start kept telling me “you’re a survivor, not a victim” and it stuck with me. I will never call myself a victim. We all have to make our own happiness and decide to be happy. For me there was no other option. I had to survive and life has its moments, where I get down, but I look around and I’m grateful for how far I have come and the love and warmth I have in my life and I cant be anything but positive. Life goes on.


  2. It’s true, I was stuck with victim mentality for many years, mainly stuck because I blamed myself for the abuse, I’d say ‘he would hit me BUT in fairness I was a terrible teenager’ it wasn’t until my therapist and I were talking about my children and he asked what I’d do if they were difficult as teens, I listed how I thought I’d deal with it and he asked “so you wouldn’t blame them?” And without thinking I responded ” of course not theyre only children” and bam! It all snapped, I realized it wasn’t my fault, my Mother should have protected me and didn’t. She then shut me out so she didn’t have to deal with it and it took me years of sitting quietly in my sadness and PTSD to get off my butt and confront all that’s happened, shine a light on it and now share it with the Internet!

    All the very best to you on your journey, I’m sure you will touch many lives with your passion and strength. You’re an inspiration. 🙂


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