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Lyndonville, Vermont, United States
Hi there and welcome to my blog. I am a married 60 year old woman who still has the mind of a twenty year old. I have three children and two grandsons. I've been to hell and back each time stronger than the time before. If I can help you then it was all worth it.

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Chronic Liars #NewBlogger#MentalAbuse#ChronicLiar#Deceit

Now that I've reached the age of sixty looking back at all my relationships which I do less and less of now. I've realized not all domestic violence comes with a black eye. Throw in a chemical imbalance. Anger to cover any emotion you may have of a negative nature, flare-ups of huge fights with your other half are bound to happen if the other half isn't that understanding, or, doesn't give a shit about you. I didn't even realize I had a chemical imbalance until I starting seeing a Doctor who is now deceased. He prescribed Zolaf and my world became a lot less angry. But before that, we will start with my first husband. 

I married my first husband on a rebound which was one of the many mistakes I would make. He was a big fat liar. He lied about every and anything. I researched it and found he was what is called a chronic liar.  Someone who can't help themselves like shoplifters. I tried like hell to make a go of it. The best thing that came out of being married to him we got hired on a Sportsfishing boat.  That will be on my Traveling page. 

The mental abuse never stopped. When I was pregnant with my first child, my mother would stop by and visit me in my tiny studio apartment. Don was off at his job, I was home alone. She discovered there was no food in my fridge by asking for ice cubes. I would tell her we were fine. Then she told me she has seen my husband at Burger King eating a big hamburger. I had a pkg. of bologna. I didn't believe her thinking maybe she saw someone who looked like him. I was 8 months pregnant.
It went on like that. I would yell and scream, after all, I grew up with yelling and screaming. We would have a huge fight with him denying everything. I had no choice but to believe his lies. I mean how could he do that to me? I was pregnant for god's sake. My mom had gone out and brought back a bag of groceries which I silently wished he would choke on it.

Another time he went out coming home telling me he had a job stocking at this department store. I would pack him lunches kissing him goodbye thinking finally he was doing the right thing. I was happy again. I was nine months pregnant.  My mother came over as usual and knowing I wouldn't believe anything she told me asked if I would like to surprise my husband at his work and go out for lunch. We get there only to find out he had worked one day and quit. What the hell was he doing for those two weeks? Anger diffently wasn't good for my pregnancy.

You think that's bad. Besides living in our little Ford with two friends of his, then graduating to a tent and being taken in by strangers which I'm sure people out there can relate to. I had got hired at a restaurant. We were living in a navy based apts. I had had my baby by then. My husband went out and didn't come home. This happened for two weeks. Then one day my old captain of the sports fishing boat came to my job. He had news of where my husband was. 

He had been working on another boat. My jaw dropped and I saw red. So I called my mother getting a transfer to where I was born. I was going home.  my parents made the three-hour trip to take me and my baby back home.  My mom helped me get an apartment, I was done with my husband. Life was about to get all fucked up.

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