The Beliefs That Keep Christian Women Stuck in Abusive Marriages
In today’s podcast episode, I share my own story of how I got into an abusive marriage, why I stayed, and how I got out.
I kept journals throughout the course of my marriage, and in this episode I will share an inside look into my heart and belief system while I navigated the relentlessly painful circumstances of my marriage.
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The Beliefs That Keep Christian Women Stuck in Abusive Marriages [Transcript]
Hi. This is Natalie Hoffman of Flyingfreenow.com, and you’re listening to the Flying Free Podcast, a support resource for women of faith looking for hope and healing from hidden emotional and spiritual abuse.
NATALIE: Welcome to Episode 53 of the Flying Free Podcast! I don’t know if you remember this, but a few episodes ago I said that once a month we’d be doing an episode where I’d interview a survivor who has gotten out of her abusive situation and is now flying free. Well, as free as you can fly while still on planet earth. And because I’m just setting this up, I didn’t have someone set up in time to do today’s episode. I was scrambling to figure out what to do, and then it hit me: “I’m a survivor! How about if I share my story?” So that’s what I’m going to do today. I’m going to be the butterfly for today. And I’m going to answer the same questions that I’m going to be asking all of the other survivors. So, here we go!
1. How did you meet your husband, and were there any red flags before you married him?
I met my husband at the church I was part of in my early twenties. We both ended up being on staff of a college ministry, and he worked with the guys while I worked with the college girls. We did group planning together and prayed for this group of kids together. He was a new believer with a past. I had been a devoted believer since childhood, and I really saw my role as helping support him in his personal and professional growth during that time. I admired what a hard worker he was and how willing he was to work behind the scenes on projects without looking for any attention or lime light. I thought this was a sign of humility, but I didn’t learn until later that humility is more than that.
2. What were some of the ways your husband emotionally and/or spiritually abused you throughout the course of your marriage?
The main problem I had with my husband was his inability to take responsibility for anything. If anything went wrong, it was never his fault. It was always someone else’s fault, including mine. Whenever I felt hurt by something he said or did, if I brought it up, he would turn it back on me and blame me, making himself out to be the victim. This really confused me because I couldn’t understand how I could be hurt, and yet it was my fault I was hurt. I was raised on Bill Gothard, so I had been taught that if anyone was offended by you, you needed to say you were sorry, take full responsibility, and ask for forgiveness. This was great, except when you’re living with someone who can’t do this. So our pattern always went like this: He would hurt me. I would say “Please stop” or “That really hurt.” He would blame me. I would say I was sorry and ask for forgiveness. And because I was also taught to forgive even if someone never asked, I would forgive, and then forgetting meant I had to sweep the whole mess under the rug until the next time.
A couple of months into our marriage I was filled with a deep sense of despair about what I had gotten myself into. Divorce wasn’t an option, so I set about to make the best of it. Some other issues that were extremely difficult for me included gaslighting. He would tell me that my experience wasn’t accurate. Or he would say something didn’t happen that I was sure really did happen. He often left out information, so I was left not knowing what was going on. My life was constantly riddled with confusion, guilt, shame, and despair. I cried a lot. I got sick a lot. He didn’t seem to notice or care. I felt so alone.
I wrote this in my journal a few months before we got married:
“I need You to help me work through something in my relationship with So and so. I need help. I saw him grow in confidence while we worked together last year, but now that we are engaged, I see more clearly that he depends on me for feeling good about himself. This means that when I praise him or am happy around him, he’s happy and content and even confident. But when I bring up the slightest serious or negative thing (like last night: his relationship with So and so) he gets mad. He yelled at me last night when I told him he was being defensive. Why can’t he just admit that he’s an imperfect human being? He can in generalizations but not in specific examples. He’s got every excuse in the book. If he makes a mistake there’s a million reasons why it happened. It’s never fully his fault. He can’t even share with the college group his personal failures. He talked in generalizations that never mean anything to anybody anyway. He won’t open up and admit to specific weaknesses. I’m scared.”
November 16, 1991:
“So and so and I sort of worked through things. I just need to focus on his strengths. I think I’m expecting perfection from him and he expects the same from me.” I then made a list of twenty things I appreciate about my fiancé.
3. What coping strategies did you employ?
I spiritualized everything. Here are some journal entries. This one was written a year and a half after we were married. I had lost a baby girl a few months prior to this, and I was expecting another baby and already having problems with the pregnancy and had to be on bedrest.
“Dear Jesus, I’m back home from the hospital now. The place is a mess. Dishes everywhere. Dirty. I get up to get all my snacks. So and so is gone – comes back and crashes on the couch. Then he’s going to a bachelor party tonight, so I’ll be alone again. I have to ask for everything. This is so bad, I already hate it [being on bedrest]. I feel like a burden, but I’m not. I’m doing everything for myself to keep my baby alive. It was so nice to have had one week with real help and support. Someone who met my needs and my baby’s needs before I had to ask. Someone who kept me company without expecting anything in return. Lord, I need a big dose of a lot of things. Humility to ask every time I need something. Patience to wait all day for it if I have to. Wisdom to know what is best for my baby. A good cheerful attitude to keep my husband from feeling like a failure and to keep my baby feeling safe and loved. I don’t have any of these things right now. I don’t feel loved or cared for by anyone. I’m trying to make the sacrifice of my life to save this baby, but I feel very much like I’m doing it solo. Help my attitude!”
I don’t often write about specific incidents because I felt it was a sin to remember them, and that unless I could forget them, I would not be forgiving them. I spiritualized the whole thing to help me cope. But once in a while I allude to the problem:
“I have so many problems in my life. So many knots. I feel so confused and hopeless of ever feeling free of these knots.”
My journals are full of scripture verses and quotes from books about suffering and trusting God in the darkness. I was lost and very much alone.
“God is showing me much about forgiveness, especially when someone has caused great pain over and over and will never admit it or apologize for it. Someone has hurt me many times and I have never forgiven them.”
At the time, I thought that forgiveness meant forgetting and being reconciled in a relationship regardless of whether or not the other person is involved. I now know that forgiveness can be extended even while a relationship has to end because the other person isn’t interested in doing their part in the process of reconciliation. So I viewed my lack of finding reconciliation as a lack of forgiveness. It was one more unnecessary thing I took full responsibility for and berated myself for.
“I’ve longed for them to recognize the hurt they’ve caused. It’s so much easier to forgive then! [I would now call this reconcile.] But that doesn’t take any character. I have an opportunity to see God do a miracle in my heart. He can provide the comfort I need for my pained heart, and the grace I need to forgive and love this person. Please help me to forgive this person completely and with a cheerful heart.”
4. How did you come to realize your relationship was abusive and you needed to get out?
Three years into the marriage I wrote:
“So and so and I are having many struggles. I’ve finally figured out what the main problem is, though, and why I haven’t discovered it until now. I know that he will need outside help to “get better.” It is like an addiction, and he needs an intervention of sorts. It has slowly destroyed me though. My self-worth. I’ve become melancholy, depressed, insecure. But I’ve fought it for so long, and I’ve thought even God must despise me. I’ve always felt patronized by So and so – treated as less of a person….”
At this point I tried getting help from our pastor. That pastor talked to my husband, but I wrote this in my journal after that talk:
“We got home from church and So and so never said anything. He’s been acting like nothing happened. I made a casserole for lunch, but he wanted to take a nap instead of eating. I’m very sad. I had dreamed of him crying, recognizing his sin and his need of God’s mercy – and seeing the pain he has caused in the very core of who I am. I had dreamed of him finding mercy and forgiveness and help. And love. I love him. I want so badly to see him mature and grow strong in his worth as God’s child. I still dream of finding an intimacy and love in our marriage like we’ve never had before. I know now that I need to move on. I need to seek God and let So and so do what he will to me, and pray that God will somehow, someway keep me from bitterness and protect my son from suffering in his character growth. And I need to love So and so and show him respect. I need to ‘win him over’ perhaps, by my character, and not my words. I need to forgive without being asked, and I need to find my hope and joy in God alone.”
There are several pages of my journal torn out here at this point. I must have written down specific things that happened following that confrontation. They would not have been good. It was a very traumatic time for me. I tore things out that I didn’t want my kids to see if they grew up and ever looked at my journals. I also did it in the spirit of “keeping no record of wrongs.” By this time I was forgetting the worst fights. I couldn’t remember them within a week. Even a few hours later I couldn’t remember what they were about, just that I was in so much pain. All I could see was red and all I could feel was thick darkness on every side with no way out.
“Psalm 31 is so comforting to me today. I think it was written just for me. One of the deepest challenges and greatest sources of anguish reared its ugly head today. I was told I was a “ditz-head,” “stupid,” and “ridiculous.” I was told I thought of myself as superior to others, and that friends of mine were even discussing this among themselves. [This was a lie, but these are the kinds of things So and so said to me to hurt me.] I went into a frenzy of hurt. I felt misunderstood, uncared for, and unloved. It was a trap. ‘Free me from the trap that is set for me, for You are my refuge.’ I felt utterly abandoned over to my enemy, but ‘You saw my affliction and know the anguish of my soul. You have not handed me over to the enemy but have set my feet in a spacious place.’ It even spoke of being ‘a dread to my friends…I have become like broken pottery. For I hear the slander of many. Let me not be put to shame, O Lord, for I have cried out to You. Be strong and take heart all you who hope in the Lord.’”
January 27, 1996:
“Today I feel such a loneliness, and I think it is because the one person on earth I’ve wanted to count on for love and understanding provides so little of it – sometimes not a bit of it – especially in times I need it most. I’ve had so many horrible things said to me. I feel utterly cast down. Almost every night I dream of someone loving me, wanting to be with me and care for me. When I wake up a very constrictive, dark wave rushes over me as reality hits. I need to give up hoping to get this from anyone on earth. I’ve experienced getting it from you….but…I know I can’t run away from the person who hurts me the most. I need to get strength and agape love from you to actually return good for evil. So far I haven’t been very successful at doing that. All I have left is a very small piece of coal, cold as ice, under a mound of snow. And the person I’m supposed to be burning with love for is the one heaping more snow on it, although he doesn’t realize it.”
Four years after our marriage:
“I’m very lonely and weary today. So and so takes out his frustrations on me in such negative ways. I worry about our son and how it affects him. I’m trying hard to respond correctly, but I hurt so much inside at times. Today I’m so weary of this ache. I wish So and so could show love to me in front of our son instead of so much anger. I wish I knew what to do right away, and I wish I could maintain a bright, cheerful attitude when I am hurt. But it seems all I can do is cry and hide myself away.”
“I’ve been feeling guilty about everything and fearful of punishment. Fearful You will take my little one away. My nightmares have increased a thousand fold since our second baby was born. And during the day, horrifying images plague me out of nowhere. Is this to be my thorn in the flesh for the rest of my life? Set me free, Jesus!”
“I am such a sinner. My depravity runs deeper than I care to fathom. It is a bottomless pit. You love me. You love me. Oh that this truth could penetrate and illuminate my darkened heart!”
“I pray for my relationship with So and so – that You would bring healing to his wounds. Help me to love him and build him up in spite of how he treats me. Convict him in areas You want him to grow in. Open up his heart to You and spark a fire in him for You.”
I constantly prayed for my husband. Always in hope. I could not have prayed for him and loved him all those years if I had been bitter and unforgiving. I had to struggle through almost daily personal attacks, and this was trying. When I was trying to get help and trying to explain what was happening, I was told I was a bitter, angry, unforgiving woman. This is not who I was, though I often was angry at his treatment of me. To not be angry would have been to not be human. To have no feeling.
On our sixth anniversary I wrote:
“I have such heaviness of heart today. I feel rejected in all areas of my life. So and so picks on every little fault of mine to the point of driving me insane – and blames ME for everything he does wrong. I can’t bear this load on my own.”
March 9, 1999:
“I don’t feel like I’m thriving in my marriage. I feel so lost and unloved and misunderstood. No matter what I say or do or try, it backfires, and I am lonelier than ever. I feel like I’m barely hanging on anymore. Please help me, Lord!”
Eight years into our marriage:
“I’m wiped out, Lord. I feel I must be toward the end of what I can bear. Physically I’m exhausted, and I’m in despair emotionally over my lack of being able to sleep well and sleep enough. I want so badly to be a good wife and mother, but my physical exhaustion makes it so much more challenging to be patient with my husband’s lack of support and encouragement. It seems so unfair. It’s hard to give up my ‘right’ to have a supportive husband. He’s a Christian. The Holy Spirit works in his life too, so why do I feel like I’m the only one in this family being convicted all the time? My sin is ever before me. My weakness and failure. Shower down on my heart the ability and desire to persevere in love and kindness, to overlook my husband’s sins, to forgive, to be long suffering. Psalm 105:19”
Ten years into our marriage:
“Make me a wife who guards and heeds my husband. Help me cover my husband’s offenses with love. When he sins against me or the children, help me cover His sin. Help me be a channel of forgiveness and teach my kids forgiveness and how to overlook faults. How many times do I do the opposite and interfere and correct? I bring attention to his sin in the children’s eyes, and they are given a reason to be mad – by me! I am tearing down my own home. Change me Lord! I’m a prideful, self-righteous fool. I’m so sorry. I want to walk in your agape love and let it flow through me like a humble, quiet stream of healing to my children and my husband.”
I had our fourth child and wrote this:
“I don’t think So and so understands how badly I need help – or a break. He leaves me alone to run all his ‘errands’ on week nights and weekends. He may as well be working 80 hours a week. I wish I had regular times to look forward to where I could have an hour or two all by myself. I feel so drained. God knows my frustration and desires. If He thinks I need something, I know He will provide it at the right time. I thought I had an unexpected, happy miracle to recount, but it got taken back. So and so had initiated telling me that I could go to the home schooling conference. I couldn’t believe it! But a few hours later he was asking me about the education budget and questioning why I had spent it all for last year. [I had spent it on education materials, thinking that was what it was for.] So then he said the money to go to the conference had to come out of my pocket. [I was not making money at that time, and my husband allowed me to have $50 a month to cover all personal expenses for any clothing, toiletries, haircuts, etc. I couldn’t afford to go out with friends and he didn’t like it when I did anyway, so I rarely left the house. I didn’t have any money to go to the conference.] This morning he was very upset because I threw one of his ripped up lunch bags away. He has two – and one always sits in the pantry closet, unused. I had bought him a brand new one for Valentine’s Day, so I threw one of his old, icky ones away. I thought he’d be pleased. Once again, I got it all wrong. He wanted me to take back the new one – and he told me this morning about how wrong it was for me to throw away something that was his without asking permission. I sat on the couch, nursing the baby, trying to emotionally prepare myself for a full day with four small children, two students, 3 meals, 25 diapers, 2 loads of laundry and 4 piles of dishes. When I told him, in tears, how I felt about this and that I was sorry I had done that, but that it would be nice to be encouraged rather than criticized, he replied with, ‘Well, at least you said you are sorry.’ So I swore at him and slammed two doors and spent the morning crying.”
March 5, 2002:
“Part of my ministry to my husband is to forgive him and overlook his insults and insensitivity. To die to my own rights and desires to be cared for and loved. This part I am having a hard time accepting. To take the blame for his sin. It struck me the other day that God’s call to husbands is to be like God, the head. The One who loved enough to sacrifice what was most dear – even when the ‘wife’ (Church) rebels. The call to wives is to be like Christ, a servant. The one who takes the sin of others on herself. That is what I am fighting. I do not want to suffer for his sin. I want him to suffer the consequences for his own sin. I want him to love me and obey God and have a vision. I know God wants me to focus on what is good about my husband. There are truly many things I appreciate and gain benefits from because of my husband. But I want to love and serve him even when his sin is hurting me. And I want to stop sinning toward him through my selfish reactions and my fears.”
When I read that, I am dumbfounded at how brainwashed I was. What a crock of bull. Take on the sins of my husband? Seriously? It was the only way I could make sense out of something so nonsensical and confusing. There are many pages ripped out of that year’s journal. This means a lot of trauma happened that year of our fourth child’s babyhood.
Four years later, February 2006: “
I don’t know, but I think I’ve never been more lonely in all my life. I’m slipping into something very dark, and I feel hopeless. I can usually figure something out – a way to cope – or a plan of action. I can’t think straight about anything right now. I guess I’m trying to let go of something. Something precious. My stomach hurts, my head hurts. I wish I could be done with everything and just sleep.”
“Psalm 37 – I need to meditate and memorize this Psalm. It is a balm on my chaffed spirit. I am so provoked daily. My patience tried again and again unceasingly with pettiness, immaturity, unreasonableness, falseness – it is the greatest weariness to me. I just spit back venomous words to get ‘revenge’ – but that obviously does nothing. I try to point things out gently which does equally – nothing. It is an impregnable wall. Right now I am in a crumpled heap next to that wall, feeling hopeless and despairing. It will never change. It is my portion in life. This wall.”
And in May of that same year:
“This past week has been difficult. We are all sick. The main diamond in my wedding ring fell out and is lost. So and so let the baby roll away in her stroller at the Walk for Life, and it tipped over and the baby got a goose egg. My back went out Friday, and I was unable to do the Walk due to extreme pain. So and so and I had a huge blow out Sunday morning, and I could not go to church but stayed home, wept, prayed, and wrote out Bible verses for four hours in an attempt to restore my spirit in Christ. We are such a sin-sick family. I am beside myself with fear that it will all have been for nothing by the time I come to die. I started bleeding again yesterday. This is the miscarriage that never ends.”
Two years later in January of 2009 as I was reading Proverbs, it struck me that my husband fit the description of a fool perfectly. I began writing down all the verses that pertained to fools and I was shocked. I didn’t want to believe it. It felt horrifying to me to admit that my husband was like Nabel. A fool.
“Do not speak in the hearing of a fool, for he will despise the good sense of your words.”
“Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest you be like him yourself.”
“Whoever corrects a scoffer gets himself abuse.”
“Do not reprove a scoffer or he will hate you.”
“Leave the presence of a fool…”
“He who rejects reproof leads others astray.”
“He who hates reproof is stupid.”
“Poverty and disgrace come to him who ignores instruction.”
“The complacency of fools destroys them.”
“A scoffer does not listen to rebuke.”
“Whoever hates reproof will die.”
“A Scoffer doesn’t like to be reproved.”
“Whoever ignores instruction despises himself.”
“A fool takes no pleasure in understanding.”
“Drive out a scoffer and strife will go out with you and quarreling and abuse will cease.”
“A stone is heavy and sand is weighty, but a fool’s provocation is heavier than both”
“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper.”
“He who is often reproved yet stiffens his neck will suddenly be broken beyond healing.”
“There are those who are clean in their own eyes, but are not washed of their filth.”
I began a new business making and selling soap, started a Visionary Womanhood group, and began blogging, all in 2009. I decided I was no longer going to wait around for my husband to figure out what direction to take us. I was going to start doing the things I loved and see what happened. I hoped I would not be struck dead, but if I was, so be it. I had a good hunch by now that the problem wasn’t really me. I mean, yes, I had my own sin. But the pathology in our marriage was not my issue. God opened my eyes to see the truth. My husband was a fool, and I needed to start protecting myself from him. Around this time the three oldest kids and I sat down with their dad to share the ways he was hurting us. Our oldest son even cried at one point. So and so scoffed and made fun of us for weeks afterward. Of course, he blamed us for everything. That was when something snapped inside of me and I decided I was no longer going to try so hard to keep the peace by sucking up the pain and pretending stuff didn’t happen. I wasn’t going to say I was sorry for everything anymore. I wanted to see what would happen.
5. What were some of the biggest challenges you faced in getting out and how did you overcome them?
In 2013 I initiated a brief separation and insisted that we see a professional marriage therapist. That backfired as the therapist himself had serious issues and viewed our problems as being mine. Of course, So and so liked him. I stopped sleeping with my husband and asking him to consider my feedback and get help. His problems escalated, he did not get help, and in the fall of 2014, shortly after our oldest son’s wedding, I asked him to leave. When he wouldn’t, I enlisted the help of a few friends from church and forced him to leave. I tried multiple times to explain things to various pastors and elders at church, but nobody took me seriously. I was rebuked and vilified. My husband’s story made more sense, and my husband was so calm and nice and quiet. I was becoming a raving lunatic after all those years of banging my head against a wall. Another professional counselor disbelieved me as well, and that ended after two sessions.
Leslie Vernick coached me from the fall of 2013 until the summer of 2014. I credit her with helping me see my own issues and how they made me an easy target for my husband’s pathology. She also gave me the courage to put my big girl pants on and make the hard decisions to stand up and say “no more.” I found more and more resources that explained what I had been going through and helped me see it for the destructive force it was. 2013 until 2016 was a huge grieving process as I had hoped my husband would wake up, be convicted, repent, and change so we could be together. That didn’t happen. The song that kept running through my head during this extremely sorrowful time was “Say Something” by Christina Aguilera. He successfully groomed the elders of our church to believe that he was just a broken man in need of tender love, something his arrogant, judgmental, unforgiving, mean old wife wouldn’t give him. I stopped trying to get help from them and realized the only one who was going to help me at that point was myself. God showed me that He had equipped ME with the courage and information and motivation and resources to get myself out, and the only one standing in the way of me and freedom was myself. I decided to get out of the way, and I filed for divorce in April of 2016.
6. How did life get harder for you after this? What were some of the bad things that happened because you got out?
My church ultimately excommunicated me. I was crying constantly, having panic attacks, and falling headlong into depression.
7. How did things get better?
I was diagnosed with PTSD and ended up getting on medication for depression and anxiety. I also started EMDR therapy which turned everything around for me. A few months into the divorce process I met Tom on Facebook. We had graduated from the same high school but other than that, we didn’t know one another. We became friends and eventually fell in love. The divorce process took almost two years, and by the time it was over, Tom and I were ready to get married. So we did!
8. Where are you at today? Any regrets?
My only regret is that I didn’t get out sooner. When I look at those journal entries, my heart breaks for the woman I was. I was like a brainwashed cult member. I will never regret leaving that cult and the man who hurt me using that cult’s religious beliefs about the value of women or lack thereof.
9. What is one thing you learned through this whole process that you wish you could go back and tell your younger self?
I would tell my younger self that Jesus is not an abuser god. I would try to teach her about the real God, the real Jesus.
10. What is one piece of advice you’d give to someone who is contemplating leaving for good?
It’s an option, and you get to decide what is best for you. God gave you a brain and a body and a heart. Use it to set captives free. And the first one you need to free is yourself. Thank you for listening to this episode of the Flying Free podcast. Until next time, fly free!
Just curious. For those with adult children who were raised in this storm, do you see them repeating the vicious cycle in their relationships?
Have any broke the cycle?
Are any turned off at marriage or relationships all together and are single on purpose or single parenting by choice on purpose, Cohabiting to keep the door open to avoid the sting of divorce?
Any of the kids divorced or headed for divorce due to domestic violence?
I ask bc my kids are 8&5 (6&3 at the time) and will not be influenced by their dad due to his incarceration (for a very long time)….
I’m just curious bc many told me that they wished that I should be lucky to be free at 8 years of marriage. I wanted to see if our marriage could be one of those marriages that was on the road to divorce, God step in and we would’ve been a living testimony… anyway, I know better now and can see as I learn more, how he intended to harm our children…
So much I can relate to here. This makes me so sad. As Natalie was reading her journals, it reminded me of Susan Powell journal writings in the podcast ‘Cold’. It’s amazing how similar these abusive men are and the effects they have on us. I guess the devil has no originality.
Thank you so much. I NEEDED to hear this podcast tonight, and I’ve only ever listened to one other of your podcasts, so I really felt the Lord led me to this. The way you met your husband and were attracted to him .. almost a snap copy of my situation, so impressed by the hard work behind the scenes etc. Ugh!! And yes I’m recognising that I‘M now waiting to be saved, when actually the Lord has given me abundant resources to see clearly what’s happening and I need to act. God bless you Natalie xx
This was my story for 25 + years…it’s so encouraging to see this kind of abuse brought out into the open. Thank you for going against the grain and speaking out for thousands and thousands of women who have suffered in silence. I too was brought up in a very conservative, legalistic environment and kept thinking everything was my fault and all I needed to do was just try harder and my husband would be happy. He had a very strong narcissist personality and demanded perfection and obedience. So much so, that when we were first married he spanked and grounded me for weeks, thinking it was his job to make me holy. It sounds ridiculous now, but he was a very controlling, dominating husband for many years. My story is somewhat unusual though, because I have decided to stay well, and set boundaries…it’s been a long journey, but slowly I have seen change and healing in our marriage. My husband is a Pastor and I think over time the Lord began to deal with him and when I began to heal emotionally and not need him so much, he began to realize that I was not going to let him walk all over me any longer. It was hard, because when he began to lose control, things got messy for awhile, but he has truly changed and now stands up for women who are being abused. We have since come out of that legalistic environment and both see things so differently now. I grieve to see how the church has played a role in this and how so many men have used the Bible to push their controlling agenda. I am praying that because of programs like yours, we will begin to see changes in our churches and our women will truly be set free. Thanks Natalie, you are a true gem and I am praying for you and your ministry!!!
Natalie, I am two years into a “high-conflict divorce”, trying to protect my two minor children from their dad, who groomed and entrapped me in order to abuse my two boys, who are now adults. I’ve done LOTS of reading and thinking and although people like to say that childhood abuse produces abusers, I think not. I think that, like Don Hennessy seems to say, it is entitlement and sexual-control-addiction/perversion that produces abusers. What do you think?
I think it’s different for different abusers. It’s not a one size fits all. But all abusers, regardless of how they got that way, do have a sense of entitlement and lack of empathy for the perspectives of others.
Natalie, I so appreciate your vulnerability and honesty that you shared in your podcast about your abusive and most difficult loooooong marriage to your first husband. I first heard you speak about abusive marriages and spiritual abuse on an episode of Give Her Wings Academy that I have been enrolled in these last several months! I love that God has risen you up TO be such a BOLD mouth piece to the TRUTH of spiritual abuse and what I call “the religiosity” of the leadership in many churches and their very ILL EQUIPPED platform that they take in GIVING guidance in struggling marriages!! I have my own story of emotional and spiritual abuse in my marriage and when I traveled the road of becoming aware of what was happening was in the years or 2008-2010, when there was NO RESOURCES for myself to get clarity… answers!
I’m now in my 10th year of my healing journey!!! YAY GOD!!
Divorce was final in Nov. 2011 but several years of a “sex crimes journey” of my NOW EX with our own children TOOK UNTIL 2013 to walk out with a criminal trial and jury finding him guilty and sentencing him to 8 years to LIFE in a Colorado prison !
THROUGH the years of 2010-2013 God was waking me UP from the numbing and dumbing down of what I would come to understand through intense counseling and awareness from God … that I was married to a HIGH END NARCISSIST with spiritual, psychological, emotional, financial and sexual abuse mode of operation.. COVERTLY and OVERTLY!
As I walked THROUGH my intense healing journey in those early years, I sensed God saying…” I love you Wendy, yet what clarity, understanding of many things such as gaslighting, power and control, narcissism, sexual addiction… is NOT just for you! Turn around and pull other women out of this prison, these shackles!” That is what I have been doing since 2013. Since finding you through GHWAcademy and FB you and your VOICE are a tool …a GIFT I’m sharing with the women I am walking out their journey with and come in contact with every week! This truth of your story that you share is a healing balm too many! As you know we are usually isolated and feel that this is only happening to us… But of course we know that’s not true! Keep up the truth telling, the vulnerability and the knowledge!! God is using it mightily!!
Thank you, Wendy. I’m honored to be shoulder-to-shoulder with you on this battlefront!
Oh, Natalie. How I love you as my sister. I loved you back when you ran your soap company and Visionary Womanhood, and I remember when you began to write about difficulties in your marriage. I clearly remember the Patriarch’s Wives and Titus 2 women criticizing you, and saying you’d left the path and gone the way of the world. NO WAY! You began to walk in the truth, rather than in the lie of a “marriage” that was anything but.
I listened to your podcast today with tears streaming down my face. Like you, I kept journals over the years, but rarely wrote about any of my ex husband’s sins. I thought it was my responsibility to cover the sins, to love him well, to suck up my pain and loss and sorrow and loneliness, and to die to self. Your book, your podcasts, your blog posts…these have been life-giving for me.
I’m thankful that your “marriage” lasted so long (even though I am so very sorry for the decades of pain) because mine did, too. Decades and decades of pain, sorrow, anger, grief. Wanting to die. Praying that God would take him out, because God took Nabal out for Abigail. Not understanding that I was being abused, too. Not understanding that he was a narcissist who was adept at gaslighting and manipulation. Not believing that any human being could lie, all of the time, in big ways and small ways. It boggles my mind.
I am free now, but suffering the consequences of my choice to stay in a bad marriage that allowed him to be abusive to my children. This is my responsibility, and it hurts.
I’m also thankful that you and Tom were married so quickly after your divorce was final. I remarried just a few days after my divorce was final, and because of that, we were condemned by our church and asked to repent publicly in front of the congregation. We dared to be engaged before the divorce paper was in hand, and this was considered a grievous sin. So, I’ve lost family, church family, friends, home…but I’ve gained a new perspective, a new freedom, and a great and godly husband who actually understands how to love a wife.
Because of my new marriage, I am more and more aware that the “marriage” I endured for decades was never a marriage at all. I loved the idea of marriage, the idea of a godly husband leading and loving his family, etc., but the reality is that I was trapped in hell on earth, and now I am free.
Thank you for all you do.
Yes, we are kindred spirits. I believe that with time, perhaps another lifetime, or maybe in eternity, all the things abuse stole and destroyed will be restored a million times over. Including our kids.
THAT is the loving and powerful GOD we worship. We do not worship a petty, vindictive, lying, powerless abuser god.
Hang in there. So glad you have a man who is the hands and feet of Jesus in your life now.
Please answer. Im in a situation where I met someone after I filed for a divorce. I would have condemned others. Now im living it.
It’s exactly two years since I discovered your blog. The week before, I had watched an interview on CNN with a woman who described in words I couldn’t find for myself, what her emotionally abusive marriage had been like. I was horrified, terrified, grief stricken. I immediately began hunting for resources and yours was the main one I used. It gave me accurate descriptions of his behaviour that I couldn’t pull together in my numb and confused brain. It listed the possible physical effects of EA, I had all but one. It foretold what to expect getting out, but I couldn’t believe it would be that bad for me. Of course it was.
The last two years have been the worst hell I could ever have imagined. No, actually I could never have imagined things being as terrible as they were. But in December my divorce was final. Quick in comparison to many other women’s experiences, but in those months of fighting for it, it felt like it would never end. I would never be free.
Today I pulled out my journal from two years ago. I’ve been having so many emotional flashbacks the last couple of months of the time leading up to and the actual discovery of the truth of my marriage. I wanted to see if the timeline was in sync with my flashbacks. Oh yes. They are. Like to the day. And then I saw this post, referencing your old ones.
I’m so glad I kept journals for all those years. I read one several months ago from three years into our marriage. I was beyond shocked and grief stricken to read what had been happening even then. I had no recollection of it until rereading those entries. I had to stop because they were too painful. But like you wrote, all the responsibility that I was accepting. The fasting, the begging for humility, the confessions of resentment, crying out for forgiveness. Letting go of offended after offence. Refusing to keep a record of wrongs. Quoting bible verses to myself. Going to the pastor for help. Not speaking of my pain to anyone. Never bad mouthing my husband. It sickened me.
Praying almost all my waking hours for help and healing in my marriage. Of course those prayers were never answered. Why. Why wasn’t God hearing me. What sin of mine was in the way of Him drawing near and working a miracle. It nearly destroyed my faith completely.
Now, I’m seeing a trauma therapist. My health is still terrible. I have three main diagnoses; chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, and recently diagnosed, a functional brain disorder. Every single one is the result of the abuse I endured. I no longer use the term emotional abuse. It’s far too benign. It’s psychological abuse and physical abuse, even though I don’t have a specific memory of him being physically violent with me. Although I’ve begun to sense there may be something there that I’ve buried.
My faith has been almost completely deconstructed, and I’m tiptoeing around the edges of reclaiming and redefining it. Pastor Sam Powell, whose name and comments I first saw on your FB page has become my online pastor. I’m not ready to find my own local faith community yet.
The good news, is that I have so much clarity now. I remember an incident and see it through a lens of truth. I have freedom in some areas. Nowhere near where I’d hoped would be by now. I experienced moments of actual joy this past Christmas. I’d honestly forgotten what that even felt like, and wasn’t sure what I was feeling at first. Those moments are still fleeting, but as I process the fear and grief and rage I feel going through therapy, I’m making room for positive emotions to be felt again.
Those words are my goals and my theme. Clarity, Freedom and Joy. I started a Pinterest board for pins relating to these words specifically, but also ASPD, grief, boundaries, self care, etc. Extremely therapeutic, and helpful reminders for my hard days that still come often. And, I hope that maybe someone who is struggling with the same confusion we here all did, will stumble on a pin that gives her that lightbulb moment, or at least cause her to look more deeply into her situation.
Thank you for your work. It is truly life and spirit saving.
Thank you for sharing some of your story here. It’s tragic how many of us were going through this and had no idea and no help.
Can relate to these stories in so many ways. My first H cheated and left me after 25+ years. I remarried a Narcissist and went through another 19 years before I left myself. I am fighting to find out who I am at 68 years old. I wanted to be a Godly woman and mother and see now that I failed in many ways. We didn’t have the info women are having today and I am glad for the younger women and mothers. Churches did NOT step up to the plate for women. I believe it was FEAR based similar to the racial movement, as my own Mother related the fear in her generation of change. Bless you who are helping others.
Wow! I was going to touch on this. My Godmother, in her 90s now, grew up with that mentality and by God’s grace, they lucked out with a bit of them both being a little ahead of their time (she pastores when women were not supposed to preach) and still contemporary for their time (traditional roles, she cooked, he never touched a dish to wash it but he was a gentleman otherwise).
I say this bc they were my role model but their church was in no way a cult.
When it was time for me to marry my now ex husband (God delivered me at 8years), she encouraged me to pray and of course divorce wasn’t an option.
My ex knew that so once we were married, the mask came off. I believe that I was a target bc I was waiting on the husband that God had promised me. Me being a woman of faith yet like old testament Joseph, I had a big mouth. Anyway, being middle aged, and now looking back, reminents of child trauma (rejection, gaslighting, etc.)
The fire got hotter when illegal immigration entered and his motive became clearer.
Long story short, he admitted to having affairs (timed around the time my mother died and he saw that my family didn’t support me, etc), planning on spousal abandonment, etc. I fasted prayed, etc then I felt God shaking His head no. “Do not avenge. Revengance is mine” God told me. Anyway, he is now awaiting trial on charges that will label him a sex offender bc he molested his niece.
What does the church have to do with this? We attended a toxic church that turns out that the pastor was narcissist and devalued women.
I had no say in the planning of the wedding but my god parents flew in from out of state to give me their blessings and trusting God. Since my ex was a covert he rubbed shoulders with the pastor until the pastor rejected me and rejected our youngest who had a diagnosis from infancy.
I agree that the church failed women from the beginning by not uplifting women and holding men accountable.
Now I see why the children of the great generation were pulling away. Sons getting tired of watching dad beat mom, molesting sister but praising God on Sunday.
They grew up and gave rise to the baby-boomers who birthed the radical feminist, etc.
An outcry to hypocrisy in the church and the rise of anti established religion. Now here we are.
The good thing, slowly but surely, the church is slowly realizing what is happening and some are now taking emotional, psychological, and spiritual abuse seriously and holding abusers accountable. I found such a church for my children and I
I am not putting my real name at this time. What you have shared today, is my life completely. Even to the times I also miscarried, and also, the one time I saved the baby in my womb, with being flat on my back in the hospital for nine days, and another two and a half months, basically in bed, having my son one month premature. i went the home school route too with my four children. Today, my oldest son, the one I sacrificed my time in the hospital bed for, has a bedrock of faith in Christ! Two years ago, one of my relatives asked me to ask my husband what John 3:16 meant to him. His reply was: “What do you mean?” I had caught him off guard. All he could say was, ‘You express IT better than I can.’ In the first place, he had no answer for me. In the second place my Savior is not an IT. The next day, after he had talked to a collegue at work, he came home and said to me, “I just know IT.” He couldn’t even explain what John 3:16 meant to him. My two relatives told me that my husband was religious but most likely not even a believer, not even saved. And like your first husband, Natalie, there was always the blame shifting, to make me look like the fool when he was actually the fool. I now, try not to react, or say much of anything when I am being blamed for things he won’t take accountability for. Yes, don’t speak in the ears of a fool, because they choose not to hear what you have to say. Thank you for sharing your life. I too went online for my help. I have many binders full, because I had to figure this process out for myself. When I knew something was wrong with my marriage, I told my husband that, and handed him an eleven page letter which talked about things in our life which needed to be addressed. He read one paragraph and said, ‘This repulses me’ and he promptly shredded it in his paper shredder and never talked about it with me. And your site has been the best so far, for making it plain as to what women who are in an abusive relationships (what relationship?) The non-existent relationship which one has to become strong through scripture, and prayer, and positive reinforcement from others, in order to determine which direction to take, with much prayer, and then it still isn’t easy to figure out the timing of departure. We can depart the abuse in our own heart and mind initially, but even that is excruciatingly painful to our souls. Complex-PTSD fits more marriage disasters, as abuse in marriage differs from the common garden variety of PTSD. And none of it is ‘common’ it is ALL abuse in some form.
I’m sorry you’ve been through so much, sister. It’s excruciating to be erased like that. You are valuable. You matter.
Thank you, Natalie, for your compassion to the many women, and also the men who have gone through this veil of tears. We all can truly relate to much of the sufferings of each other, and the shining reality of self-sacrifice that our Savior went through for us. He endured the shame, despising the cross, and is set down at the right hand of His place as God. Joy comes in the morning! And songs come in the night! And the comments here from others, is like reading my own story, over and over again. And my heart, thoughts, and prayers go out to each and every one here in his community.
Thank you for joining hands with us here. We are the daughters of the Living God. And we will not be moved. ❤️❤️
This brought tears. You are a hero to me! You are so strong, incredibly brave, a survivor! Thank you for using it all for His glory!
I just finished a bible study of the book of Genesis. You remind me of Joseph! The story is different, but what his brothers meant for evil God used for good.
God is using your pain for good! Thank you for bravely sharing your story, and helping abused people. Thank you Jesus for Natalie!
Thank you, Amy. That means a lot to me. I often thought of Joseph during those years. His life inspired me and gave me hope that one day God WOULD do something good from all that pain. I’ve seen that happen – and I believe it for all of my sisters as well. I believe it with all my heart.
This is SO my story! Aside from the 6 kids. Miscarried my own, then we adopted 3 siblings 6 years ago, and he filed for divorce 2/14/20, and we won’t be done for another 8 mos. The games continue, and I am doing all I can to keep my eyes on the Lord. Thank you for letting me know there are others who understand!
I needed to hear this today as I contemplate my next step. It helps give me courage to do what needs to be done. Thank you.
You were part of my own journey in understanding spiritual manipulation and lies.
Thank you for sharing, I recognized so many similarities from my own journaling during my destructive marriage. Thankful for you and your ministry!
I love your podcast today you have come a long way so happy to see you doing so much for woman . I love your honesty thank you for being a voice to many of us woman out here really appreciate your ministry .