First of all, American society (and I imagine others as well) constantly reinforces the notion that if a woman is in an abusive relationship, it is up to her to leave. I can only assume that the originator of this concept is either a man, or has never been in an abusive relationship.
Sometimes leaving is not an option. Sometimes, you become convinced that you cannot live without the other person. Not emotionally. Financially. Sometimes you know that if you tried to leave, that person would do everything in that power to make a dumpster fire of your life. When you are in an abusive relationship, you are in a constant state of heightened stress. It wears you down physically, and it compromises your executive functions.
When my abusive ex-husband initiated our divorce by abducting our 2 kids, keeping them from me, and trying to have me declared an unfit parent (because a friend of his mom’s told him he could get out of paying child support if he told the court I was on drugs or mentally ill), my budget attorney (who was a white, male, conservative misogynist) actually had the nerve to say to me “well, you married the guy…” As though it were not possible that my having done so was the product of childhood abuse, as is the case with the majority of women who end up in abusive marriages.
(Just in case you’re wondering, he did not succeed and ended up with pretty much nothing he was asking for. He did, however, get out of paying much child support by finding a way to get fired over and over again)
To this day, I am wary of men. I have many male friends. But if a strange man raises his voice, or moves suddenly, I have no idea what his intentions are. I have to assume that he is capable of violence or verbal abuse.
Recently I was pumping gas alone, at night. A homeless man was walking through the area where the pumps were, on his way to the bus stop. As he did, I pulled my door shut and locked it. And I heard him start swearing, because he was offended that I assumed he meant me harm.
Thing is, guys, it’s not about you. We HAVE to assume that. Our lives may depend on it.
As long as I live in a world where the first thing people ask me when I tell them I had an abusive husband is why I stayed married so long, I’m going to err on the side of caution.