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My guest author today is Joanna V. Hunter, and her book “But He’ll Change”. Joanna is the last of my featured authors from my now-discontinued blog-show, The Lit Chick Show.

When I started preparing this last Lit Chick Show blog post, I thought I was going to be featuring another author of fiction. Therefore, it was not only surprising but fitting for me that as I came to the end of my list of authors to feature, I should come across the eye-opening message Joanna conveys in her interview.  A message that rocked my world. I had
been living with abuse but didn’t know it!

Joanna explores the dynamics of domestic abuse, violence awareness, and the damage this wreaks on the innocent, loving women who think   that “he’ll change”. This is a book that I have added to my reading list.

Before you watch the video with Joanna, I want to share some points from my own experience. You see, abuse doesn’t have to be physical--it can be emotional; as was the case in my own marriage. The scary part was that it never, ever, occurred to me that I was the victim of abuse.

I am a strong person with an assertive outlook, and yet I was in a relationship with a man (I use the term “man” very loosely here) who took away my confidence, self-esteem, and trust in life. I am now discovering that I actually made excuses to justify his behaviour toward me, and I simply came to
accept his treatment of me as “the norm”.

Some of you know my story with the evil ex (as I call him), and others will only have had snippets of my life with this person. The enormity of  my situation became clear when I realised that I had lived for seven years with a huge lie. My whole life was a lie with this man; and in the process, I lost myself. I felt abandoned, full of fear, battling with low self-esteem, anxiety and the feeling that I simply wanted to cease to exist.

I managed to get through what is now almost three years or more of emotional abuse and manipulation at the hands of a very sick individual. I never saw it coming in the beginning, as he masqueraded as the most wonderful and supportive of husbands. But when I needed him most, after the death of my mother, and later through my own long-standing illness, he became someone else. He didn’t support me, he abused me emotionally because I was too ill to work, and because I needed to be comforted; and he just didn’t give a damn. He told me to my face that he was fed up with my need of him, and that he refused to put up with my fears about my illness and my condition.

At this point, I seriously considered suicide. I felt abandoned, belittled, unsupported and betrayed by the one I thought would love me till “death us do part”. But the biggest shock came when he finally told me he “had to find himself, as he felt depressed”; and less than two weeks later, he dumped me for another woman. It took me over a year to realise that I had been the victim of abuse, and Joanna’s video confirmed this for me.

So why did I stay with him for so long? Was it fear of loneliness? Was it the fact that he told me he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me? (He was still making plans for our lives right up until a few days prior to our breakup)! So after watching Joanna’s video, it sunk in that I really had been the victim of abuse. Only, I didn’t realise it because we normally tend to associate domestic abuse with threats of violence and beatings.

I think Joanna’s message is a very important one. One that all women should be aware of. One that will help us realise that “he’ll never change”. One that will help us move on before it’s too late. In short, one that could save our lives.

I’d like to thank Joanna for sharing her wisdom with us all. She is obviously a woman of substance and courage, and I know you will agree with me.

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For more information on Joanna and her book, you can visit her blog or simply connect with her on Facebook or on Twitter @hunterjv. 

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I was watching First Wives Club last night and I thought that women just can't win when it comes to the "unfair sex", as I call men. For those of you who haven't seen the movie, the storyline is about three 40-something women who've helped their husbands in various ways while they were married; be that to build their business, their career, or bear their children; and then, when life should be sweet, these bastard men dump their wives for younger women.

I really love the part Goldie Hawn plays--she's a 45-year-old actress, begging her plastic surgeon to inject her lips with botox. The doctor tells her that she looks fantastic as she is, and that she should be happy being her age. Goldie replies: "There are three ages in Hollywood: 'Babe', 'District Attorney' and 'Driving Miss Daisy'; now, fill them up!" (She orders the doctor to inject her lips). Later, she's so depressed because she was asked to play the role of a mother in a movie, instead of that of the young protagonist, that she's at a bar getting drunk and talking to Maurice, the bartender. She says to him in tears: "They want me to play Monique's mother, Maurice. Let me ask you, is this the face of a mother?" The bartender says no, at least not his mother's. Then Goldie goes on: "Angela Lansbury is Monique's mother; Shelley Winters is Monique's mother; Sean Connery is Monique's mother..." At this point, Maurice becomes concerned and tells her he'll get her some coffee. But Goldie declines and replies: "No, forget that, Sean Connery is Monique's boyfriend--he's 300 and still a stud!"

So what is the message here? That women in their prime (40s an 50s) are being dumped by men after they've been used up. After men have had children by their wives, or built their careers through them, or been introduced to all the right people and climbed their way to the top; suddenly, their wives become a drag. A man, even if he's as old as Sean Connery, has to be seen with a younger woman. Look at the film "Entrapment" where Sean Connery plays a master thief in his 60s, opposite a 30-something Catherine Zeta-Jones! I mean, come on! But this goes back to the days of old, so no wonder older modern women haven't got a chance.

Let's look at some old movies that have set us on the road to perdition. Sabrina--a 22-year-old Audrey Hepburn falling for a late 40s or early 50s Humphrey Bogart; Rebecca, a 20-something Joan Fontaine falling for a 40-something Laurence Olivier, and the list goes on!

But let us also look at real life in the old days of say, Jane Austen, and even hundreds of years prior to this. Young girls of 16, 17, and sometimes even younger, were married off to old guys in their 40s, 50s and beyond. Unfortunately, not much seems to have changed in this so-called age of liberated and independent women. We may not be forced to marry an old codger, but old codgers are still ending up with younger women--and they don't necessarily have to be rich or celebs either!

We may have won the right to vote, we may be breaking through the glass ceiling in the corporate world (though at a slow rate), but one thing we cannot change is this: as men grow older, they are called distinguished and no-one seems to bat an eyelid if he's sporting a 22-year-old on his arm. As women grow older, we are called hags, has-beens, used up, dried up, etc, etc, ad infinitum. And God forbid if we decided to go out with a younger man! Even Demi Moore lost her young beau (or so I heard).

Unfortunately, this is the way in modern society, and I don't think it's going to change any time soon. Moreover, it isn't only reflected in real life and films, but also in literature. Look at chick-lit. I've been reading hundreds of comments in blogs and in Facebook from women who say they cannot find a decent romance with a protagonist older than 30! (And even 30 is a bit too long in the tooth these days). But now we have "hen-lit", though not as widely known as chick-lit. Having said this, I believe that this genre is an emerging trend, as women from the baby-boomer period (those born between 1945-1964) are at the peak of their earning power, hence they tend to set the trends. 

So, we might be dumped for a younger woman, though we helped our spouses to greater heights, (yes, behind every great man there is an even greater woman); we might be looked upon by our younger sisters as having passed the "use by" date; younger men might want to shag us for the experience (after all, our younger sisters couldn't hold a candle to our sexual expertise), but the young men will sooner or later flock to the babes, along with the older, middle-aged men who've dumped their wives.  But I have to say that through all this, we remain strong and independent; we have clarity and focus, we know what we want and we are doing it for ourselves (as the song says). Whereas the men who've dumped us are still wading in their pathetic pool of self-pity, trying to find themselves. And you know what? Eventually, they'll be dumped by the "babes" because they won't be able to keep up. So what will you do when your ex comes knocking at your door to tell you he was wrong to leave you?

I know what I would do. As Diane Keaton tells her ex, who wanted to come back to her, in First Wives Club; she simply says: "drop dead."

 
 
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New Year’s resolution: Find a man who embodies the qualities that I have within myself.
 
After the recent breakup of my marriage with my very nasty, cheating and lying ex-husband, I have now promised myself that unless I find a man in future who has these qualities I so prize in myself: strength, courage, kindness, supportive, loyal, honest, generous, honourable, forgiving, loving, compassionate, and empathetic; I would rather be alone.
 
I am done with pandering to the selfish, the self-centered, the dream-robbers, the emotionally-stunted, the cheats, the liars and the thieves!
 
It's a tall order, don't you think, to be able to find a man like the one I want? So I have a feeling that I will be single for a loooooooooooooong time to come. But you know what they say: “Better to be alone than in bad company.”

CUT TO MUSIC FROM SERIES OF  "MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE"

We then hear the following:

"SYLVIA, YOUR MISSION, IF YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, IS TO FIND SUCH A MAN. THIS BLOG WILL SELF-DESTRUCT IN 5 SECONDS."


 
 
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They say that it's better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. Hmm. Let's examine this further.

I think we can all agree that when we first find love (no matter  how misguided or blind we are) we feel like our little friend "Super Kitty". We are faster than a speeding bullet, can leap tall buildings in a single bound; we fly through space and everything looks absolutely "f....ckng" fantastic; that is, until we crash! This is when it turns out that the object of our affection has feet of clay. In fact, it would be nice if the object of my affection had cement shoes instead (but that's another story and something for The Godfather to work out).

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So, after the devastation of a breakup and the death of our dreams, we are left feeling a little bit like our friend, The Pink Panther. Oh, just shoot me! And we start asking all sorts of questions: "What did I do?"
(This is a typical one asked, mainly by females. I mean, why should it be our  fault all the time?). "Why did he/she leave?" And some of us get the good old: "It's not you, it's me" bullshit. Yes, I got that one from the ex-husband, just  5 minutes before he ran off with his floozy woman from Facebook. 

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Okay, so the answer to the question: "Is it better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all?"

 The answer: I DON'T FREAKIN' KNOW!!!

And you thought I was going to say something really philosophical, right? Sorry to disappoint you.
 
All I can say is that while the first phase of love can be as exhilarating as
landing a 747 airplane on your own while being guided by "ground control", and have Bruce Willis in the back of the plane shooting all the bad guys; having your heart broken is like crashing the bloody plane and killing everyone onboard--including Bruce Willis!

Is there a payoff to putting yourself through all this, only to come out bruised and absolutely crushed with disappointment at the other end? Ask the Dalai Lama.

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There is only one thing I am sure about, and it is this; having gone through three breakups with significant others, I've learned the   following:

*If you’re an author, your writing suddenly gains more depth.

*If you’re a woman over 40, you have a higher chance of being killed by a terrorist than finding a real man (I actually beat these odds, you know. I met my ex-husband at 42—but he turned out to be a psycho. Damn. I might have been better off with a cute terrorist!).

*You get sick of people telling you that “what goes around comes around”. This means to me that I must’ve done something really terrible in a previous life (or even this one) in order to deserve meeting that #%&@#@ good-for-nothing SOB. After all, why is it that I’m the one suffering? So there is definitely something wrong with this scenario.

*Life’s a bitch and then you die :-(

*“Eat, Pray, Love”. I tried eating and got indigestion; I prayed, but psycho boy is still alive and kicking; I didn’t find anyone to love yet (remember, I’m over 40!). BUT... and yes, there is a "but": I AM STILL COOL!

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