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.
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.
And the wedding march played. And the mountains remained.
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