You could say our mother stayed for love, and you'd be correct. That she was keeping her family together was correct. She was practicing her beliefs. That would also be correct.
There was another reality that existed in spite of the tenacity with which our mother confronted the difficulties of living.
I stayed with my spouse for a variety of reasons. I suppose I should term them excuses. They would all be my personal religion. I bravely stuck by them.
My sibling had the ability to see right through me. I had a feeling of dread. I was aware of the tasks that lay ahead of me. I was aware that I needed to find an exit.
I was aware of what it was that my kids required of me. I was aware that my violent and unhealthy marriage had come to an end.
There is an issue with staying in a bad circumstance for too long. It eats away at your soul. You start to wonder who you are and what you are capable of.
Will I be able to cope emotionally? Will I be able to make ends meet financially? Will I be able to handle the responsibilities of solo parenthood? Is fleeing his control worse than staying under it?
dread of leaving, dread of the unknown, and fear of myself. It was an extremely crippling trifecta. A simple four-letter word can undoubtedly paralyze.
Fear has the power to make a person reject the obvious truth, despite the fact that the individual is aware that the truth exists.
They do not want to be in financial difficulty. They are staying for the sake of their offspring. They do not want to abandon their partner.