I'm curious to hear why others think that so many people stay in abusive relationships.
I know that there are lots of reasons given, but what is the CORE reason?
Now let me clarify this - I'm not talking about Third World scenarios, or situations that are so pathetic that there truly is no escape. I am talking about average people in Western countries - people who have the means and ability to leave, but choose instead to stay.
I am most interested in hearing from those of you who were in abusive situations but chose to leave. What kept you there for the short haul and what made you finally leave?
After you made the break, did you enter into another abusive relationship, or have you succeeded in breaking that cycle?
Thinking about it, I was in an abusive relationship; I never really thought about it that way, and I suppose that thinking about it made me realise that was what it was.
I was madly in love - in fact, the love was more of an obsession, thinking about it - I think I would have done almost anything she would ask of me.
I met her at college; we started dating very soon after meeting. Everything "clicked into place". I was completely besotted by her; she was a great looking girl, clever, funny, had good taste in music, and was prepared to do spontaneous "silly" things.
After we had been seeing each other awhile, she got a job as a saleswoman; her manager would pick up a group of girls and drop them off in different parts of town (I can't even remember what they were selling).
She told me outright that she was infatuated with him; I told her that he was no good, and that I would "wait for her" - I knew the relationship would get nowhere. Strangely enough, that was the time when I really got to know her father; he knew what was going on, and asked me, one evening why I hadn't walked out on her - I told him why - that I was waiting for the inevitable break up; he and I became good friends, I think he was surprised by what I said, but thought more of me for that.
Soon after, she left to get a job a hundred or so miles away (quite a distance in the U.K lol); I was working, and it took quite a lot to get my employers to agree to post me to an office in the town where she lived.
Finaly, I got the move, and the relationship picket up again. Predictably (with hindsight), she moved back to her parent's house, and, again, with pleading, I got a move back too, from my employers.
Naturally, I asked her to marry me, but the reply to my question was not at all what I expected . She wanted to be a "free spirit", but she would marry me when we were both 50 (we were twenty odd at the time).
I knew that the whole thing was absurd, but I was going along with it; I didn't want to meet other girls - she was (I thought) the only one for me.
Well, after a while, I just couldn't stand it any longer, and told her I would not see her again; she seemed hurt - as if I was being unfair, but that was it.
I started dating again, and the same "pattern" emerged; I was dating manipulative girs.
I was lucky though, and met my wife. But I understand people who are constantly driven to going for the "same type" over and over again.
The core reason? human nature, getting used to a "habit" - even if that trend is manipulative, hurtful, it is something that "feels comfortable"