That’s how I’ve been feeling lately. I read in a few articles and other survivors’ blogs, as well as being told in person, that it gets worse with a narc once you’re battling through a divorce. And gosh! Weren’t they right!
Those were the last words my attorney said to me last week after we walked out from the court. I am so glad that I have found an attorney who truly understands what emotional abuse is. Now that is easier said than done. I’ve been for months trying to find time for myself, unsuccessfully.
As I mentioned in my previous post about Lisa A. Romano’s video about life skills, I wanted to expand and talk about my own experience. I’ll once again list the five skills she talks about in here for your reference, as follows,
I’ve been really struggling these past few days. I think I need to fire my divorce attorney. He doesn’t respond to my phone calls or e-mail messages when I need to reach him. When he finally calls me back, a couple of days might have gone by. I have no idea what he’s doing. I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. He’s not preparing me for mediation or letting me know what comes next. This is not the way I expected him to represent me.
This weekend, I was taking one more look around the basement to make sure I had already taken all of my stuff that I know my husband will not claim during the division of goods and properties in the divorce. I found a tote in a corner that I had forgotten about. It was full of things that I was supposed to use during my volunteering work for an international, Christian organization that implements programs for children in developing countries.
I was reading an article about what happens when the church does not recognize abuse. While the article talks about churches in general and not one particular religion, I’ll share an experience from my own religion that confirms what the article says.
I’m a Catholic and just a few weeks before I would be served with the divorce papers, I finally built up the courage to go to my parish and talk to the priest. I went through confession and shared everything with him. The only acknowledgement I got from the priest was that my husband was selfish and, for penance, he urged me to seek marriage counseling.