You hated my hair. Bitterly. Intensely. Beyond all logical thinking, you repeatedly harassed me about getting it cut off, keeping it pulled back, and otherwise covered like I was an aging lady working in a cafeteria lunch line with a trusty hairnet in tow. You heaved with anger that I did not comply. When others complimented it, your ire bubbled deep below the surface and quietly, secretly grew into an untamable beast. It lay dormant for an untold length of time, until that day you unleashed it on me.
I remember the first time you put your hands on me over an argument about my hair. The “cobwebs” as you referred to it. You demanded I get it cut off. I refused and was annoyed when you began to again accuse me of keeping it long for someone else. The sad thing is that, in a way, you were correct, but not in the way you boldly and wrongly assumed. It had nothing to do with any sort of connection that I had with anyone at that point in time.
Among the many things you do not know about me and never will is that my hair and how I choose to wear it are entirely associated with emotional attachments to people in my life. Not just any people, but a person in particular. As in the person of my affection. I cannot explain the reasons why in a way that will make sense, just know that this is just the way things are. The length of my hair is directly symbolic of my attachment to them. So it should follow that when a relationship ends, I am overrun by the urgent need to cut it off. Once I do this, I have moved on, and there isn’t anything you can do to take it back.
I was not ready to move on after I was with Kerwyn the first time. In fact, by the time you invaded my personal space and took over like the dictator that you are, my hair had reached the small of my back. The thought of lobbing it off like it was never there had not once entered my mind. Because my heart was his. So much so that my hair had become another member of my body and the thought of cutting it any more than a necessary maintenance trimming filled me with extreme panic. Panic so strong that if I cut it off, I could surely die.
You had no right to steal my choice away from. The first time you ambushed me in the shower with the scissors was the first time in such a long time that I felt any real spark of emotion. It was foreign to me. I thought something in me was broken, because when you did this thing, when you spun me around before I could step out, pulled my hair into your sledgehammer of a hand and hacked it off, I felt my heart break.
It wasn’t about the hair. It was about the fact that were trying to take everything away from me, including Kerwyn, to render me absolutely dead so you could stomp over me as you pleased. I sobbed uncontrollably for days afterward. And I hated you. I wasn’t over him. I didn’t want to let him go. You took away my control.
But that wasn’t enough for you, to do it once. You decided to come back and do it again. But instead of intense sadness overflowing, I became incensed with anger. I ignored you for days. I slept with my back to you, precariously balanced on the edge of the bed. If you spoke, I did not reply. If you pushed and shoved and slapped and kicked me, I stood motionless like you were not there. I did not move, I did not flinch, I did not respond. I just wanted you to disappear.
It has taken me fifteen months to rectify this transgression you committed against me. This grievous violation of my emotions and my connection to someone I was never able to let go. Your hack job was so bad that the first time I had inches cut off, it was not enough to even it out. I had to go back a second time after three months and get it lobbed off again. The girl doing my hair even commented the second time how cruel she thought you were for doing that. I will be forever grateful to her for her part in restoring my peace.
And hopefully to your dismay, look upon this image and let it burn and boil inside. The thin spots from you dragging me around by my hair have grown back in little by little. And my hair, while not the length I want it, is getting closer and closer every day. Enjoy the fruits of your labor, Kevin.
I have been having a hard time emotionally the past several weeks. Triggers have been hitting me right and left, not even so much as giving me the common courtesy to disguise themselves so I have the time to bear up and endure. I have been pummeled and dumped upon, torn open, and turned inside out. And then I had a random thought yesterday while I was making practical use of my “snow day” from work.
Even since the beginning, in the first days after leaving when I was a wreck, when I felt lost and beaten down, I was making my way back to life. And I wasn’t allowing it happen at its own pace. In my melancholy, that would have taken forever. With the help of some very kind, compassionate, loving people, I pulled myself back up and charged headlong forward into the fog, bolting ahead with reckless abandon just as I did that one afternoon so long ago when I ran from the stranger who would have stuffed me into his car and taken off, leaving behind nothing but the memory of me.
I ripped the remainders of my life out of your dirty hands, and I never looked back. I took it all back. Jehovah, my family, my freedom, and the object of your disdain: the one I could never let go. Would it burn you to know that despite your very thorough efforts I have overcome? Maybe I have not managed to yet get all the pieces into place, but I am alive. Not surviving. I am alive. I have hope, I have peace, I have freedom, independence, and reasonable security. I have friends, a roof over my head, a job I like even though I complain about it sometimes, and hope.
I put my trust in Jehovah that if I maintained my faith and pushed through the hard times, He would never let me fall. In return for my faith and trust in Him when I had no trust to give, my God, my Father, my Protector, and my Refuge blessed me a thousand fold. He gave me back my life. He provided the people I needed to help me heal. He has kept me safe from you, and given me little gifts and ones I can never repay. Above everything I have managed to regain, He gave me back the one thing you never wanted me to have hope for again.
He gave me love. He gave me Kerwyn. And I gave myself back my hair. Thank you for the pain. Thank you for the destruction. The love and rebuilding means that much more. And you can’t ever take that away. I won’t ever let you. I may not be the most attractive woman to ever walk this earth, but my beauty lies within my heart and radiates out through this shell of flesh, bone, and blood, shining upon the world in my smile, my laugh, the glitter in my eyes, and the way I treat others. For this is the beauty Jehovah loves, and this is the beauty Kerwyn cherishes. No, I may not be the most beautiful woman by far, but the beauty of my heart is far more than you ever deserved to behold.
I think you look beautiful. Keep fighting for your own strength and needs. You can do this!!
I am beautiful because Jehovah looks good on me. 🙂 Thank you 🙂
I’m so sorry he did that to you. Your hair is beautiful! So glad you’ve found happiness. Much love. xx
Hi sweetie 🙂 I used to be sorry I endured it but when I think about who I am now, believe it or not, I have gratitude. I would never have learned my own strength or the peace of depending on others.
And I am glad my hair is back where it belongs 🙂
It’s a shame that some of us have to go through such degrees to have gratitude, but I understand what you mean. You look amazing.
(By the way, I’m sorry I unfollowed you, I’m not sure what happened. Think I’ve corrected it now!).
I don’t think gratitude was ever really an issue for me… But if it was, I can say that it will certainly stick now. LOL As for looking amazing, I keep hearing this thing from so many people… and it makes me self conscious. Just yesterday, one of the accountants interrupted my conversation with one of the ladies in treasury so she could tell me how good I look and how nice it is to see me wearing makeup and jewelry. I blushed and then felt a mini panic coming in my head, because I was being noticed and subsequently complimented. So strange. Totally don’t know how to handle that. But thank you 🙂
Sometimes WordPress does nutty things. I like posts, it doesn’t register. I re-like them, it still doesn’t register. I think somehow I stopped following a blog once when I wasn’t even logged into unfollow, but hey. LOL We are intrepid and fearless bloggers we are. It doesn’t matter that somehow you unfollowed because you’re here again 🙂
You describe such cruel assaults in this post – it is as though, by attacking the feminine symbol of your hair, he attacked the very essence of you.
“the beauty of my heart is far more than you ever deserved to behold” ~ wonderfully stated, and the beautiful photo says it all 🙂
I wish more people saw the beauty within themselves. The outside beauty will fade with age, but the inner beauty will always remain. Thank you for your comment.
You remind me of Kate Winslet….so pretty…also very strong! I know the feeling of not understanding why we are suffering in this strange alternate universe with these men….and I do admire your writing style…please keep on as I find it gives me strength…
Ah Kate Winslet. When I look in the mirror I feel like the furthest thing from her possible. On a good day I feel average and the rest, I find his voice sometimes creeping in to poison and ruin my day. I take selfies of myself every day, and I study them, looking for and pointing out to myself only good things. The vast majority of them get discarded, but on days where I really need the change in attitude it helps. People of course misunderstand and assume I have some humility problems, but I am really just trying to help myself reverse the garbage he planted. Sometimes when I need a laugh I take pictures of myself making goofy faces and then when I see someone else having a bad day, I walk up to them and show them the face on my phone. And their eyes light up and they get a laugh out of it, and seeing them happy makes me feel better as well.
I am glad that you get some encouragement from my posts. It’s a double blessing that in sharing we not only unburden our own hearts but helps others to do so as well. Even if they are struggling with pain or difficulties not associated or caused by abuse, it can still give them hope. Thank you for your comment.
Your beauty – both inner AND outer – is yours, and no one can take that from you. I love your hair. Short, long, or somewhere in between, it all looks good on you. It’s such a shame that Kevin sought to attack your femininity by cutting it off. He certainly knew which buttons to push. For the record, regardless what length your hair, no one will ever diminish your beauty and worth as a woman in my eyes. 😀
My dear Kerwyn, I have to confess that I read this comment a few hours ago and have been trying to think of a worthy reply. Not because I fear any reprisal or criticism from you if I fail to get it just right, but because I want you to know how much these things you say mean. After so much pain and jumping headlong off the cliff in disbelief I would dare trust anyone would be waiting at the bottom to keep from demise, to fall back into you, the one who has become my home, is a blessing that no words can ever do justice. Even when I am feeling ugly and hideous in the throes of a trigger, acting crazy and forgetting what I have now, you see past the shell into my heart, and you bring me back to my center. Back to peace.
I hope that others are able to one day take the risk and let themselves trust enough and have faith that when they jump, they, too, will fall into the kind of love that welcomed me. Because after so much hurt, there is no better place to land.
What everyone else said.
I love your hair. quite jealous actually. 😉
“What everyone else said.” That is awesome and succinct. 🙂
Ah my hair. Sometimes I just wish it wasn’t so….. testy. Uncooperative. It is always straight, because unless I were to get a perm, everything falls out within hours of doing it. And none of you have ever seen what it does in the summer heat and humidity of Tokyo! That would be intersting for sure. LOL Thank you for your comment.
I have , for a few weeks, been washing mine with baking soday and then rinsing it with an apple vinager rinse. I re-blogged it on my blog. There are a few variations.
My hair has been soft and easiER to deal with. Check it out. You may like it.
WOW, you are beautiful my favorite blogger friend…I hope that while Kevin reads this he overdoses with the last thought being your beautiful hair…..
Wow everyone is making a big deal out of the tresses. LOL
What? What about Kerwyn standing next me doing a thumbs-up holding a sign that says “Kevin, Thanks for being a tool. Sincerely, “Jamaica 2” LOL
Omg omg I heart you for that. I’m literally laughing out loud. A sign. Brillant