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You Think You Know # 27

  • Author: Monique
  • Filed under: YTYK
  • Date: Mar 22,2008

I am very much afraid of heights. Even watching something high up on TV makes me nauseas.

I wasn’t always like this. My father is a pilot and he used to take me on the most amazing trips in his Cessna. He would often let me co-pilot with him, releasing the controls so I could get a feel for it. I really loved that. I’ve been bungie jumping and sky diving. I used to live in Idyllwild, CA where the balcony of the house was pretty much hanging over a cliff.

And then when I was around 22, I was going down a flight of stairs and had a panic attack. I froze at the top of the stairs in fear and it’s been like that ever since.

It has gotten better over time, I can actually go up and down stairs, but I really freak out before flying and going down hills. Escalators send me into panic overdrive. I hate those things.

I can ride a roller coaster, but I usually cry all the way through, including while I am standing in line. I can’t count the number of kids who have told me “it will be ok lady”. Once I ride it and get a feel for it, I can usually go again without the tears. I still freak out though, and kids still tell me it will be ok… I have to ride with my eyes closed though. Some would think that the anticipation of not knowing would scare me, but I actually find it soothing. If I saw a big drop coming, I’d probably have a heart attack.

So, now you know! :)


You Guys Rock! A Follow-Up

  • Author: Monique
  • Filed under: YTYK, personal
  • Date: Mar 16,2008

I had promised Miss Angelika that I would start responding to comments IN the comments section and I will… but I wanted to this one time say thank you and respond to the comments from You Think You Know #13  in an actual post.

For starters, as I said earlier there is so much more to that whole mess that I didn’t say, but eventually will. It was really hard for me to write even that little blurb about it. But I have always felt my life was an open book and I have nothing to hide, so I might as well share it. Thank you so much for your support, kind emails and comments. It definitely made it a lot easier.

@ Ada - It was indeed one of the hardest lessons to learn. It took years for that to sink in, and even after I left, I doubted that I had made the right decision.

@Periapex - Thank you so much for that compliment.

@ Dani - Maya is right. So often people show up their true colors and we make excuses for it… we look the other way. Now-a-days I follow my instinct. I will never again go against my feelings.

@ Jillian - Someone told me the other day I didn’t watch enough Lifetime Television, and I guess I didn’t. I never saw my mother get hit or anyone else I knew. And those who knew what was happening to me never said to me that it was wrong or for me to get out, they just looked the other way. And as much as I felt it was wrong, I still felt bad for questioning how he expressed “his love for me“.

@ Judi - You are right, we are similar. I love myself now… and as much as I appreciate the learning experience, I think the Monique of today would be in jail, and Asshole would be in the ICU in a coma or covered in dirt with weeds growing across him.

@ Jazz - Thank you! Silence doesn’t solve anything, and if more of us spoke up about it, the more girls who were in my position would know to run the second it happens.

@ Natural - You are right, so many of us get stuck. Why is that?  It’s amazing to me now how a man… some scraggly loser, can tell a woman she won’t do better and we believe it. And we stay.

@ Tam - You made me cry!

@ Theda - You’re right. We aren’t stupid, but I sure feel like it sometimes. It is a mental illness of a sort because he needed me and he had problems, and my actions (according to him) provoked his rage, and I was always trying to fix it. Fix him and myself. I know now there wasn’t shit I could do for him.

@ Mike - I think me not marrying him was my saving grace, even after I went back because I strongly believe had we married, I would have never left him.

@ manilenya -  But you got out!!! And that’s what counts.

@ Angelika - You sure are right… but it was me almost killing him that caused my common sense to kick in.  I was SO CLOSE to doing it.

@ Mimi - I know so many young girls who endure that crap… and they don’t get that it doesn’t have to be him hitting you. If he’s yelling at you and threatening you, it’s all the  same. GET OUT! The Asshole started with the yelling, which I said was just anger… he needed space. And that progressed to him hitting the walls and breaking things… and I said he just needed space. And before I knew it, he was breaking me and I still made up excuses for him.

 


You Think You Know #13

  • Author: Monique
  • Filed under: YTYK, personal
  • Date: Mar 15,2008

I am a runaway bride.

Yup… I left a man at the altar.

Many many many years ago,  I was involved with one of the loser I have yet to tell you about. In fact, he was the biggest loser of all. At the end of the day, he is the main reason I am who I am now… not willing to take shit from anyone. He pushed me  to the very edge of my sanity and in all honesty, I don’t know how it is I am still alive to talk about it. I will explain all of that at another time.

Anyway, he and I planned a very nice church wedding with lots of guests and food. I had been having a lot of doubts about it all along since he was a pig and treated me worse than trash, but I went through with it all anyway.

I arrived at the church dressed in white, I walked down the aisle, I smiled, I looked around, the minister spoke, I smiled some more, they asked some questions, I smiled, he answered and I found myself lacking in words.  I looked out at the crowd of people and not one person looked happy. I looked at the asshole standing in front of me, and he was the only fool smiling. And that is when I realized I needed to get the hell out of there.

I was polite though and waited until I was asked if I wanted to take Asshole as my lawfully wedded husband, to which I replied “No, I don’t.” I then gathered up my dress and walked out past a crowd of smiling faces.

What’s saddest is that I didn’t follow that instinct to bail. I ended up going back to him. And it got worse.  It got a lot worse before I was able to wake the hell up and realize that I deserved more… I deserved better. If you are EVER with a man who puts his hands on you for ANY reason, you get the fuck out. You leave. Not tomorrow, not next week… you go right then and there. It won’t get better. He will not change. I learned that the hard way. And I was stupid for not leaving or telling anyone. I was stupid for making excuses for him and his loser ways.

I will admit though that I don’t think that without that turmoil I would have ever moved on. I would have never taken the chances I did in life. I would still be in a small town, living my life for someone else’s happiness. He made me absolutely aware of everything I was missing out on.

And for that, I am so very grateful.


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