My Abusive Marriage Destroyed Me -- and My Finances
Apr 26th 2013 5:00AM
Updated Apr 30th 2013 9:38AM
In 1987, I had just graduated from college and moved to Manhattan for my dream job.
I hadn't dated a lot in college, but New York was different. Suddenly, I was meeting guys everywhere -- and going on a lot of dates.
I met Conor on the subway. Although there were no fireworks at the time, he seemed like a nice guy. When he tracked me down a month later, I was flattered, so we started dating.
If you told me then that, within two years, Conor would beat me for the first time, or that in four years I would be filing for divorce, I would have thought you were crazy.
But that's what happened.
Everyone talks about the physical aspect of domestic abuse -- which is, of course, no small thing -- but there's more to it. Conor left me not only physically battered, but nearly bankrupt.
How I Fell in Love With an Abuser
The truth is that I was unimpressed on our first date. In fact, I found Conor, who was 17 years my senior, completely goofy. But he was a smart guy -- like me, he'd graduated from an Ivy League school -- and as we got to know each other, I fell in love with him.
About three months after we started dating, he confessed that, as a child, he'd been physically abused. At the time, I didn't know such an admission could be a red flag that was characteristic of abusers. I felt sorry for him, and I was determined to show him what love was really all about.
While the physical violence didn't start until we were together for two years, Conor set the financial trap early. Eight months into our relationship, he quit his Wall Street job for a lower paying one in a tiny, New England town without ever discussing it with me. He then convinced me to also leave my job and move with him -- where we'd be far away from friends and my family. I don't know for sure that he was deliberately trying to isolate me -- at the time, he genuinely seemed to be seeking some kind of inner peace and happiness. But, now that I look back, his actions clearly fall into a classic seduce-isolate-abuse-repeat pattern.
We used the small amount of money my father had put into a custodial savings account for me to buy a house once we moved. We owned one car, which Conor drove to work every day. My new job paid about 75 percent less than the one I held in New York, so I also had to freelance, which was lucrative but sporadic. Meanwhile, Conor was horrible with money, and splurged on extravagant things -- like a Montblanc pen that cost twice as much as our monthly mortgage payment. Pens aside, between the house and the car, we racked up $100,000 of debt.
"I thought the court would side with me -- the victim. Unfortunately, the system doesn't work in this way. They're only concerned with dividing the assets."
This was also compounded by the ongoing physical abuse. Conor first hit me five days before our wedding. I was working at home that day, and I yelled out in frustration because I was having trouble with the computer. He grabbed me by the throat, told me never to yell like that again because it reminded him of his mother (whom he both loved and detested for marrying his abusive stepfather) -- and then threw me to the floor.
I figured it was a one-time thing -- an accident -- until it started happening once a week, twice a week ... and then several times a month for the next two years. I should have left him then and there, but I had lost my sense of reality -- I didn't want anyone in my life to know what was happening.
The Day I Finally Decided to Leave
Two years into our marriage, Conor suggested that we go to business school together. Since he had terrible credit, he wouldn't have been able to get a loan, so it fell to me to pay for both of us. Ultimately, he wanted an MBA to prove his self-worth, and I was too willing to oblige. I was freelancing at the time, so I had to borrow another $30,000 from my father and take out $35,000 in government loans to cover Conor's tuition and our living expenses for the two years that we were in school.
Despite the loans, going to business school was actually the best thing that could have happened to me because it broke my isolation. We left New England -- renting out our house because we couldn't sell it for a good price -- to attend business school in a thriving city. I loved my classmates and teachers, and I felt like I had worth outside of our marriage for the first time in a long time.
By the second year of school, I got the courage to tell Conor that if he hit me again, I would leave. He didn't strike me for six months after that, and I began to think that we were going to make it.
I was wrong, of course.
One night, Conor beat me so badly that our neighbors called the cops. I filed a restraining order -- and finally told my friends and family what had been happening. It took over a year to get divorced, and it was financially draining.
In the end, I gave Conor $10,000 -- and that was on top of the approximately $100,000 in business school loans that I owed. All of the debt that we had was in my name, thanks to the fact that his terrible credit barred him from getting approved for loans. As for the house that I had purchased for the both of us using savings from my dad, well, I had to sell that at a $30,000 loss.
While it killed me to give my abuser money, it was actually the right decision for me because I haven't heard from him since.
How I Recovered, Financially and Emotionally
When I talk about it now, I wonder how I could have been so blind. In reality, I wasn't as alone as I'd felt: One in four women will experience domestic violence, and 74 percent of Americans know someone who is or has been abused. But while I was living it, my heart went out to Conor because of what he'd suffered through. And I believed that our relationship would get better.
I just couldn't see that it was crazy love.
It took six years of extremely frugal living to pay off all of that debt -- house, car, business school, lawyer -- not to mention a therapist!
I've been married for almost 20 years to a man who is everything my ex-husband wasn't. I work as a writer and a public speaker, and we have three great kids. But despite the stability of my relationship, one thing that I took with me from my marriage with Conor is my financial independence. It took years for me to agree to have a joint checking account with my current husband, and I still have my own checking and savings accounts, as well as credit cards in my own name.
Without financial independence, I would feel submissive. If I'd had it in my relationship with Conor, I could have afforded to leave him on my own.
Every once in a while, my husband will ask, "Why do you need that account?" I just look at him because he'll never understand. I need my financial freedom. Every woman does ... I just happened to learn the hard way.
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