 
"I found this poem just a couple of years ago that I wrote just three days before our first anniversary.   It was still on scribbled on the paper that I had written it on....   Here I am expressing the painful confusion of the love my ex-husband and I shared.   He was charming and loving and so caring at times....others he was like another man!   But I knew that no matter how much he hurt me I would still love him, and that is something that no one but another victim/survivor can understand.   They wonder how can you love the man who causes you so much pain?   I married him, and I chose to love him.   And the painful reality of my life was confusing even for me.   My ex-husband had been diagnosed with OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)  but at the time I was angered that they put a name to his treatment of me.   The last time I saw him, I displayed a violent hate for him, because I knew if I didn't....I would crumble under the spell of his eyes when he said that he loved me that day." 
 
 
 

