As I'm walking along the road of self discovery and healing I occasionally have an epiphany or two.
I grew up in a very toxic home with lots of physical abuse. I got away. I survived. I told myself never again. I would never be like my mother with an abusive asswhole who beat on me and my kids. I said to myself that if I were ever in a relationship where the man made me so angry I felt the need to hit him, I would walk away; If I'm ever in a relationship with a man that got so angry with me that he felt the need to strike me, I would walk.
That just wasn't enough.
My X was emotionally abusive, and it took me almost a year after DD to finally realize that that is what it was, emotional abuse.
While in the relationship, there were times I was so frustrated from how he treated me that I lashed out at others or was resentful and angry. I worked on myself not to be so angry and to "let the negativity go". I didn't realize that I should have been paying attention to that anger. Instead I learned to suppress it, and to find happiness outside the marriage in activities with the boys and close friendships with girlfriends.
I remember one instance in particular, though where I didn't suppress.
A good friend of both of ours came over and was picking up X (then H) to go out. We had already made plans, but he was getting ready to ditch me and walk out the door for his friend. I was so angry at once again being made last choice and everyone else coming first, that I made a snarky, uncalled for remark to his friend. That just isn't me. I'm a very nice person unless you disrespect me. This friend was one of the few guys that actually gave me the respect I deserved and was just a generally nice guy who stepped in it.
I was immediately ashamed and apologized. I didn't know why I did it. Now I do. I understand that I was so frustrated with a man that put everyone else before me. I was tired of not feeling safe, or like he had my back in my own M.
My little bit of clarity is this: My line in the sand shouldn't have been when I get an ass whoopin. My line in the sand should have been if I find myself becoming someone I'm not and someone I'm ashamed of, then I'm in a toxic relationship and should reevaluate if I should still be in this relationship.
I chose to stay. I should have made wiser choices. It is too late for the past, but I can recognize my poor choices and fix them. I will never again stay in a relationship if I am so frustrated with the emotional abuse and neglect that I become someone I don't like. I chose to be nasty to someone who didn't deserve it. I own it. X didn't put a gun to my head and tell me to be nasty to our friend. I cannot blame him and I cannot make excuses for my conduct.
I like who I am again. It took me a while to get back to this point. I want to remain someone who likes herself and is proud of herself.
I hope this helps others still processing all that happened. It takes a while to go through being mad at the WS, then mad at the BS, then forgiveness of self and acceptance that I cannot change the past, but I can become a better and stronger. I wont' make the same mistakes twice. I will never allow myself to let my self worth go again. He didn't do that to me. I own it and I'm fixing it.