She’d start talking… and I’d already know. Not from what she says— from what she rushes to defend. …that’s the part I wouldn’t let slide. #rel#relationshiptruthr#marriagerealityx#toxicmarriageo#emotionalabuselationshippatterns

I don't have a sister, but if I did, I'd pull her the fuck out of that toxic marriage. If I had a sister, and she sat in front of me, and trying to explain why she's still there, I wouldn't nod. I wouldn't hand her a tissue. I'd stop her mid-sentence, because I know exactly what she's about to say. Sis, he's not always like this. He's just under a lot of pressure at work. I just need to handle myself better around him. Guess what? I'd roll my eyes, because this story is the same story from a different woman. You're not confused. You're protecting the man who hurts you, and calling it, working on your marriage. And I'd say, does it make sense for you to be in the bathroom with the water running so he doesn't hear you cry at night? Looking at yourself in the mirror, like trying to get it together, trying your face, reapplying your makeup, unlocking the door, walking back out, sitting next to him, like nothing just broke you. How can you sit across from him at dinner, push your food around while he's on his phone, like nothing just happened? And I know you'll finally say something, and he'll look at you like you're crazy, and he'll say, "Here she goes again." And then, you're going to be defending yourself for his reaction, instead of what he just did. Then, he's going to say to you, "I'm going to try." But guess what? He's not going to try. He's just going to say enough to reset you, never enough to actually change anything. If that was my sister, I wouldn't tell her to be patient. I wouldn't tell her to pray harder. I wouldn't tell her to ask God for a sign. I wouldn't tell her to try one more time. I tell her the truth. You don't need more time. You don't need more proof. You don't need to keep explaining yourself to a man who continues to hurt you day in, day out. Guess what? You still choose him, and you allow it. And I wouldn't sit there to watch you shrink, and call you being loyal to him. I'd grab her by the hand, and I'd pull her out of there myself. Make her stand up, and get her life in order. Because sis, I love you, and love doesn't look like that. I see you slowly disappearing. And if that was your sister, would you let her stay? You wouldn't. So why are you there? It's always the same story, different women. Be honest. How many times have you told yourself those exact same lines? Save this video, follow Mama for more, share this with a friend that needs to hear from their sister today. Love you, Betty.