Damaged goods.
When my survivor friends told their
boyfriends, who later became their husbands, about their abuse, the title Damaged Goods screamed in their heads. He’s thinking that I’m damaged goods.
They waited for a response. They braced for rejection.
Couple One
The husband remembers. "I wanted to be her rock. But, I
really didn't know what to do with the information. Inside I felt like I had a pit in my
stomach. I felt angry that it happened
to her. I struggled with what her abuse
meant for us. I wanted more details, but
I was afraid to ask. Abuse was something
that happened to other people, not to people who were close to me, let alone
the girl I thought I was going to marry.
In the end I was
determined to love her no matter what.
But, I didn't have a clue what that actually meant."
What to do? What does this mean? Details? Do
I ask? Should I ask? Fear. Where did this come from? How did it enter my neat
little world? Determined to love. Clueless as to how.
But Damaged
Goods? No. Not his thought. Hers.
He had no clue what to do. And no idea what
she needed to hear. What young person does?
Two young college students in love, wanting
to spend the rest of their lives together.
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And the wedding march played. And the mountains remained.
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