You have controlled my husband for five years now, and I’m writing to tell you that it’s time to let him go. We need him back.
Unshackle him. He is no longer your prisoner.
Day after day, year after year, you have mercilessly put him through every test possible. You have relentlessly forced him to jump over every last hurdle, just to keep going. He’s beyond exhausted… he’s empty. What more does he have to prove?
You have systematically stripped him of his confidence, his courage, and his conviction. You have robbed him of his career. You have deprived him of his freedom. Tell me, what is there left to take?
And it seems he’s not enough for you. Must the children and I be your puppets too?
You demand proof of our love for him in the face of your intimidation. You make us fight, time and again, to keep our family together, even though we’re fighting for a family life that will never be safe from your erratic intrusions. A family life where laughter can quickly turn to tears. A family life in which we must watch our every step, every day.
And then, in those moments when you force me to look you in the eye and you challenge me with unbearable rage, it takes all my determination to say, I will not back down. You will not win.
You shroud my husband so well, it’s almost impossible to glimpse the man underneath at times. You smother our family so easily, sometimes it’s difficult to breathe. You control us with the past, but more cruelly, you make us fearful of tomorrow. With you as our guard, what future can we hope for?
But you already know all this. This is your strategy. This is how you break your prisoners, how you claim your victims. And my husband is only one of many.
Yes, you are powerful, but he is stronger. You will not destroy this man.
I will soothe all the tears that you evoke. I will intercept every trigger. I will protect my children from your storms. I will comfort every flashback and nightmare you summon. I will endure every outrage. I will do whatever it takes. And I will stay.
I will unhinge you with love, and I will crush you with tenacity.
This is my promise to you.
A wife, standing strong for as long as it takes
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