Monday, November 8, 2010

Pregnancy With a Moron Part 3

If you just started reading, you can check out the first part of this story here, and the second part here.

SO the Moron wanted to take me out on a romantic date, he said.  He said that we hadn't spent any quality time together so he was going to take care of all the plans for this weekend.

Saturday morning he woke me up early. I was now in my eighth month of pregnancy, and on sick leave and ordered to take it easy. I wasn't sleeping that much as my big belly, as I am sure all of you Moms can attest to, was feeling very uncomfortable and my little Pixie was fluttering up a storm at night time. For some reason I always got my best sleep through the early to late morning. So - it was no surprise that the Moron had to take that away from me, all in his bastardized version of love.

So up I get. I ask him what we are doing.  He tells me to dress warmly.  I ask if we are going to be outside.  And this is where he reveals to me his glorious date plans.

He tells me we are going to get firewood.

Lucky Me, not only married to a Moron, but one that has the romance of a mushroom...

Yep, your reaction is pretty much my reaction. But I try to conceal my disgust surprise, and try to gently explain that I am not really in any condition to be cutting down or carrying firewood. To which, of course, I hear how he had spent so much time planning this, and do I not want to spend time with him, and what did I expect out of him a plane ticket to France?

Funny how a Moron can twist anything. Of course this leads to how he works hard all day, and I just lay on the couch all day long, and we need to get firewood for the wood stove to cut our heating costs.

Did I mention the Moron forced us to live in sub-zero temperatures in order to save money? Yep, even wore hat and gloves in the house at times. Though I raised the thermostat every time he left, eventhough he forbid me to move it past 15 degrees. Yes, he actually used those words, forbid. I got some really deep satisfaction as I watched him drive from the house as the furnace fired up...

Anyways, after grumbling and sulking for a bit, the Moron finally said if I expected to have it above 15 degrees when the baby came, I had to help with the wood.  So we loaded the dogs up int the truck, and off we went...

I think the Moron purposely cut the biggest trees he could find that day. And after an extra long guilt trip and underlying threats, I started to load the wood into the truck. As the day went on, the pieces got bigger - and when I refused to carry the larger pieces (not to mention I had a hard enough time tying my own shoes as a result of my pregnant belly, at this point) he lost it and I picked up a rather large piece of wood.

Pop, pop, pop went my belly. It felt like rubber bands snapping in my belly, and the pain wasn't too shabby either. I of course was being a 'baby' and this was when he pulled out the wieners and decided to have a campfire. There was nothing I could do but wait for him to be finished and decide that he was ready to go home. I knew all too well that the more I asked, and especially pleaded, the longer he would take. Morons love control. And we were miles from civilization. So I bested the cold and pain and didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much agony I truly was in.

Coming up next, the bathroom that never was...

22 comments:

Chaplain Donna said...

Suzie! I don't have words, but believe me I feel the pain you once felt. Your writing is very good.

Misssrobin said...

I hate knowing exactly how this feels, but I do. The powerlessness. The utter disbelief that this is really happening. Wondering how you let yourself get into this mess.

Most of my memories from early in my marriage are gone or fuzzy. Posts like this bring it all back in living color. I am grateful for that. It helps me believe that it was abusive, when I can't explain it to others. It validates me.

Alaina @ Viewfromdownhere said...

Ok, the more I read this, the more I want to beat his ass...that is just wrong!

Suzie Q said...

Yeah I hear you. Me, I just want to beat mine, for allowing myself to be there... but its funny how you get habitualized into a position. When you know better you do better, and I will never allow anyone to treat me like that again...

Suzie Q said...

I hear you. One of the reasons I decided to write this. It validates it for me too. And when friends and family try and convince me it wasn't so bad.... and when I start to believe them, this helps me to remember how it was for me. And that no one should ever have to go through this. You hit the nail on the head when you said "The powerlessness. The utter disbelief that this is really happening. Wondering how you let yourself get into this mess," that is exactly it. And you can't understand it unless you have experienced it. To a reader that is the part that is hard to understand - why I didn't just leave, or why I allowed it to happen. It is how Morons are so effective and keeping their captives.

Suzie Q said...

Thank you Miss D. Hopefully we can help others so they don't end up here :)

Dee said...

My feelings exactly.

Dee said...

My pregnancy was the one thing my ex could not touch. Because of the little miracle growing inside me, I was happy for the most part. For me, my escape was my truck and my office. I drove and went to work to rest.

Christine said...

I think your blog is very funny and enjoyable. The subject matter, of course, is not. I was married to 2 morons (I didn't learn). Had children with the first one, with the second one we (he) were infertile. The first one, although not outright abusive, was a bully and I could totally see the two of us in your stories. I was married to him for eight years, the last 7 1/2 seriously contemplating divorce. The second moron was a liar, thief and cheater. Took me a few years to figure that out, he was a very good liar. I am following now, interested in what happens next.....

Suzie Q said...

You know, the whole idea of having my little Pixie growing inside of me is just pretty amazing. ANd I truly believe that as she was growing inside me, I was also growing stronger. SHe was feeding me as much as I was literally feeding her :)

Suzie Q said...

Abuse is abuse. Whether through fists or words. Unfortunately people do not realize how effective and silent the latter can be. And there are no bruises to prove it- which makes the Morons that much more cunning. Unfortunately the effects of abuse are the same no matter the type.

joaniemack said...

I'm trying to figure out how you haven't killed him.

Suzie Q said...

ha! I am a gentle soul...

Kelly said...

Aren't Morons fun to have around - NOT!!!

Dawn said...

I am so relieved to read that you are no longer with this moron! That makes reading it sooo much better for me! Phew!

I am a new follower! I hope you will come visit us too! We have a Saturday Blog Hop if you are interested in joining us, the link is open now =)
http://www.justmarriedwithcoupons.com

Doreen said...

A moron is putting it lightly. Major A$$hole is more like it.

Nicole said...

LOVE the name of your blog! Most of us married women think our husbands are moron's but never say it - Koodos to you for saying it! Stopping by to visit & now follow you from the Saturday blog hops! I invite you to come by & visit & follow back! :)
Nicole
http://mamato3blessings.blogspot.com/

Suzie Q said...

They make life interesting, that's for sure!!! Though I could use a little
boring in my life :)



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Suzie Q said...

Yes, makes me happier too :)




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Suzie Q said...

I am trying to be a lady, Doreen, LOL!!!!


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Suzie Q said...

Thanx for stopping by Nicole. Yes, my ex-husband was/is a Moron - but in this
case I use it to describe him as an abuser.


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Dee said...

I know exactly how that feels. :)

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