Dealing with her husband

I am very upset with her husband tonight. He has been advised to a degree about what is going on. He had not previously known. Additionally, the person working with her needs for him to understand, and also have his permission to a degree to be able to move forward in helping her. Her husband is a jerk. He is angry with her, as though any of this is her fault. He makes comments like, "Why are you so upset? Tell me who I mean WHAT I'm dealing with here." He knows how it hurts her. Sometimes I want to come out and show him EXACTLY what she has to deal with and tell him WHY.

Why are outsiders like this? If she is the one wanting help, why do they have such a hard time allowing her to find it? Why is it always about how things look and convenience issues? Why do they struggle with behaving like human beings. I know that I do not have my own body - that I am allowed to use hers - but I am a decent person and I would NEVER hurt anyone like he hurts her.

grrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!
hubby being told is like mirracel here but for him to understand expect nothing here. don't know if that is what your is like

((((((((((( Jeny )))))))))))

Maybe the husband is frightened. Maybe he is just trying to understand something that he had no idea was there.

I hope things are better for you soon.

Hugs,

Jan

I am glad he is being told. I am worried however about the repurcussions afterward. Ever see a child who has reported abuse and the social worker goes to see the parent and says, "Please do not beat your child anymore." What happens next? Child gets beat worse than before.

This is like that.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry you have to go through this. I agree with January - he may be frightened of what he doesn't understand.
I don't know exactly what it was with my youngest brother (we were really close) until I started telling him about the abuse and my "other selves". He used to come up with all kinds of theories, as to what was really wrong with me. We lived in New Orleans and the rest of the family where in Michigan, where we were raised. One of my sisters talked with him a lot about me, never asking me. Anyway she wrote me a letter saying I no longer belonged in the family. I lost my brother in 1995 from aids and he went, still obsessed with trying to fix me.