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My first husband was physically abusive. In the beginning it was an occasional shove which escalated to him pushing me into broken mirror glass when I was 7 months pregnant and unable to work (due to medical complications).

When my son was 2 months old he beat the hell out of me one night in the parking lot, all the while being egged on by his friends. At the time I wasn't working because I elected to stay home and nurse our baby.

The final straw was the night he came home at midnight and decided it would be a good idea to throw a hot frying pan of grease at me, come storming out of the kitchen and punch my face over and over again. (I suffered hearing loss in my left ear because he hit me hard enough to damage my hearing) When that didn't satisfy his rage, he started kicking the coffee table. My son witnessed it all and he was only 18 months of age. I remember him screaming because daddy was hurting mommmy. THAT WAS THE NIGHT I LEFT FOR GOOD!

I walked in my night gown to the nearest pay phone and called my Dad to come get me, which he did. The next day my Dad wanted me to go back in order to work it out...of course my Dad would beat me every Sunday after church from the time I was 9 til I was 13. At age 13 I rebelled and kicked him in the ba!!s because I'd had enough. Dad didn't hit me again until my Mother died when I was 3 weeks away from graduating from high school. I left that day and stayed at my boyfriend's parents house. Never went back to my Dad's house either.

Did I mention my Dad was a staunch republican and Christian (a deacon at the largest church in Houston)?

My son is now 26 years old so all of this happened years ago. Back then there weren't shelters for abused women and domestic violence wasn't something the cops paid any attention to.

TELL ME HOW THIS WAS MY FAULT. TELL ME I DESERVED TO BE SHOT. TELL ME HOW MY HUSBAND WAS THE VICTIM.

BTW I never wanted to kill the s.o.b., my little fantasy was to tie him to a chair and beat him just enough to show him how it felt to be helpless.

I am disheartened and amazed by the people responding to this thread who say she deserved what she got.

Yep, she deserved to be shot and her kids will understand one day why! /sarcasm

Oh, and I didn't file for divorce until after the last incident. So, it wasn't the lawyers or what he stood to lose.

my Dad wanted me to go back in order to work it out...of course my Dad would beat me every Sunday after church from

I guess your history shows why many of the abused women (and men) can't count on their families for any help. It's interesting that you were abused and married an abuser too ---it seems to be something that becomes generational ---hopefully you broke the cycle for your own son.

Though my situation was not as serious as yours, I had a boyfriend who was physically abusive (his fits of rage seemed to correspond precisely with the time his stash ran out) when I was in my early twenties and living no where near any family at all. I can understand how angry some of the posts on this thread must have made you.