My truth almost destroyed me, until I realized that my authentic truth is what built me. I have been abused most of my life I'm told. I had no idea honestly, I didn't know that other people grew up with out someone covering your mouth at night and smiling at you for breakfast. I had no idea he wasn't allowed to hit me, I mean after all he didn't hit me as hard as my mom was hit at times so you see I was better than abuse. No one mentioned that just because I cried and said no while he had sex with me, as it was so much easier than fighting I'd learned. Plus no one likes a dramatic wife he told me. I can't recall the times I was raped and dissuasion and I had become close after all. I still explain it away or forget, until I wake up crying. I wish often no one had ever told me. I had made it after all out of the black eyes only to be wrote up by my superior officer for discretion of government property. They should have protected me, I didn't know, I wore more make up the times after. The first time it occurred to me that I wasn't as lucky as I thought was with his hands around my throat hoping it didn't bruise but he didn't let go this time and as my vision began to fade and while I couldn't speak anyway and fighting would only bring my son to watch, he weren't supposed to watch, I didn't know. His tiny voice was enough for me to get to the company in time to get deployment orders. I knew he would kill me before I seen war, I just cheat because I was a whore he told me. He was arrested for the broken nose I received for explaining I had no choice but to go to Iraq. I was a horrible mother and a whore, he told me. 6 months into my tour of combat, a peaceful time if I'm honest, I received the message he was dead, a car accident. I didn't even believe them but I was next of kin and unfortunately his body was only decomposing as no one could Identify him. It was him, they told me. In the 8 days the Army had given me to put my abuser in the ground and return, I was mission essential after all. I was so good at war, I knew who the enemy was there they pointed guns at us. When I finished my tour now decorated in combat and a leader I just knew I had put in my time, I earned my peace with my son. I took all of the things they told me were abuse and I never complained, I didn't know too. Turns out my brothers in arms had another plan for where I would find peace, It wouldn't be there one of them told me while he held my mouth and nose and forced himself into me so hard I thought my insides had torn. They took turns, my fellow solders. Some hurt less others hurt so bad I cried outloud. The person on my team my Sgt, he was there now, I was safe. I reached for him to stand and he whispered he wouldn't rape me but he had to tell them he did and if I would just stop crying they might go faster, it did just like he told me. I told my HR Sgt. she really seemed to care and for the first time in my life I felt I had been abused. I LITERALLY killed for them and they took turns seeing who would make me bleed first. I left her office, past the group of my brothers in arms who all whispered how women didn't belong here and noted how much blood I had lost laughing. I shouldn't have been there I knew most of all what men do and I drank anyway. I walked away missing the way my husband was gentle when he raped me and wiped my tears away missing him. A female I knew was the wife of one of the solider explained to me that I was mistaken rape for being a whore and my career ended now I served so honorably it was time to quietly go home, she told me. I had already graduated school and now served my country, fair trade I told me. I was shamed, demoted and stripped of all rank, she lied. I wanted to leave and go to my mom take my son and just run back home, a coward I had become. I returned home going into Social Work and Advocacy the only thing in the world that made it okay the abuse as they told me, it made me understand the look on your sons face when you had failed him and the denial and the strength to lie to ashamed to answer the real questions and having to defend yourself. Everything they told me that was abuse seemed worth it and most of it I still didn't know as I had remarried years later to another type of abuser, lucky to have him he told me. I had only been almost killed a handful of times and after I stopped counting me saying no as rape it wasn't as bad as I thought because I drove a nice car and I was able to afford to work with women and children who didn't know their abuse probably caused the abuse of their own child, I told them as I had learned this in blood, they way you sometimes truly weren't told. I ended up with my nice car and my bountiful facebook pictured family. I was working in a place I knew I was barely good enough for a job my dreams were made of a mission I believed in so much my children wore the logo's at the fundraisers. My mother had been drinking and threatened to end her life. The police were called and in 120 seconds of getting out of the squad car he took her with an assault rifle, it took her a month to die and my signature to watch. My husband who hardly hit me and raped me less often since our third child was connived in being held down and with less tears than normal, he left me the day I signed her life away. Leaving me with two small daughters, my mothers body breathing with a machine and a teenage son with a house to pay for and now day care costs and funeral costs. The Soical injustice of the names they called her when I watched the body cam still echo. This no one needed to tell me. What no one ever told me is that while for the first time I knew with everything in me how wrong this was that the nonprofit to end domestic violence would be my next abuser. I was struggling to sleep and afford my lifestyle and the debt of my mothers homicide they told me. It would be women who had told me the mission, empowering women as I barely made it to the end of a leadership cohort I was so blessed to be in and knew someone from a place like me was never going to see again would be the last time I would not know I was being abused. FMLA they said with the wrong paperwork and lies forcing me into the mortgage company started the foreclosure while they used my little minority daughters pictures of the times they came to work sick with me because other people needed me. When I realized I would be fired I knew my last time to ever be anything but a person who didn't know better. I was the opening clip of the video the day I was written up for the first time for getting a restraining order as my daughter was now the victim. I needed to graduate that leadership class to prove to my daughters that the shirts with the logos in glitter and gold were still true mommy had some how failed again. After crying begging to keep my job I loved SO much, the murder of my mother, and the abandonment of what was abuse in all ways they told me had lied and fired me. I haven't left my house much since then the use of the very thing I believed in so much was used against me and I'm defeated. They told so much lied in my story I wanted to tell it myself. I still feel lucky to have learned what abuse is and one day I'll heal from it my therapist tells me. I wish I had seen it coming the worse abuse I ever felt was from an organization who's mission it was to empower women and tell those of us who never knew better how to be better. Soon I'll lose my home and the Army will stop making me tell them where it hurt after the MST, I hate the pretty way they use letters to not say GANG RAPE. maybe it's my fault after all that's what they told me. Women just lie to you so more gently before they take advantage of what life did to me. I still miss the more gentle abuse of my first husband, it'll end they say. My daughters lost the man who raped me to make them the day the police told me I had let my abuse led to theirs, I just wish someone had ever told me the abuse wont ever truiy end. The ones who feed you and your daughters with hope that their is a mission while using our pictures as advertisement was only the second time I knew and no one had to tell me. No one has told me how to stop hurting or how to pick up the pieces, i just someone would tell me.