Something Was Wrong - S5 E4: This is About Every Woman | Kelly

Episode Date: June 15, 2020

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Hey, prime members, you can listen to something was wrong early and add free on Amazon music. Download the app today. I'm Candace DeLong and on my new podcast, Killer Psychy Daily, I share a quick 10-minute rundown every weekday on the motivations and behaviors of the cold-butter killers you read about in the news. Listen to the Amazon Music Exclusive Podcast Killer Psychy Daily in the Amazon Music exclusive podcast killer psyche daily in the Amazon music app. Download the app today. Something was wrong is intended for mature audiences. Many episodes discuss topics that

can be triggering, such as emotional and physical abuse, suicide and murder. Please take caution when listening. I am not a therapist or a doctor. Opinions expressed by guests of the show do not necessarily represent the views of this podcast. If you or someone you know is being abused, please contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233. If you or someone you love is experiencing a suicidal crisis or thoughts of suicide, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. Thank you. I think it's so important that you highlighted that this was your first real sexual experience because I think when abusers know that, they know that they can push it a little more when

they're working with an inexperienced younger person. Exactly. I fully agree with that statement. So my high school boyfriend was two years younger than me, so I was actually, I was a senior when he was a sophomore. So I had just turned 18 and my boyfriend at the time was 16. And neither of us could drive. Per my mother's request, he used to shop around my dates in high school with my then boyfriend, which is so weird that I married somebody who

shaperoned my dates. Your ex-husband shaperoned your dates. Yes, per my mother's request, which is its own thing, I guess. I mean it's very I kiss dating goodbye. Yeah, but I know it's common. Yeah. and I don't think there's necessarily anything wrong with doing group dates with people when you're first getting to know someone at all It's just like what the fuck is happening? Yes, it was I was awkward in the moment as well Like he'd drive we'd sit in the back seat and then he was like a very hands-off shop around. We would go to the fountains in Roseville and walk around the shops and he would kind of hang back and pretend that he couldn't see us and just let us go, whatever. What the fuck is happening right now? What the fuck is happening right now?

I know in the context of what you're speaking of that this is extremely normalized, but seriously, it is so weird. As an adult now, who's read books, what the fuck is happening? Yeah, it gets weirder as well. If you even just take out all of the abuse parts of it, it's still weird because I later learned that my ex-husband was giving my then boyfriend dating tips and telling me you got to open her door and bring her flowers and he was giving him money to take me on dates. So my husband actually financed my first relationship as well. So weird. Oh my god. Yeah, yeah, there's more to. You know, as a relationship goes, you get more comfortable exploring each other's bodies and that's normal, but very stigmatized within evangelical culture. But I felt deeply ashamed of myself for desiring my boyfriend, for wanting to touch him,

for wanting him to touch me. And then the first time that I allowed him to touch my breasts. I felt such shame that I immediately confessed to my mother. And her not knowing any better, thinking that the youth pastor was a safe person. She sent me to him, she sent me a my boyfriend to him for accountability so that something like that wouldn't happen again. And I had to sit in my future husband's office and explain how my then boyfriend had defiled me, which is weird. Can you just kind of help me understand how it went from your relationship of like him being your shaperone to him being your boy? Like what did you feel like there was a friend time between those points? Oh absolutely. He...

well when my boyfriend and I were going through a little bit of a rougher time it was I mean the relationship had run its course. I was going off to college, he was going into his senior year of high school and we were just feeling disconnected, which is normal in relationships from their course, but I started to get really a lot closer to my ex-husband in that time because he moved into my house. He was in need of a place to stay and so my mom gave him our spare bedroom and I started hanging out with him more because we lived in the house together. He was driving me to and from the church to do work there, all kinds of other stuff. And I started confiding in him when I felt that, you know, I had relationship problems.

And it was all very friendly, really like a lot of advice. Like you're right he's not treating you well you should leave him. And it did stay friendly at least in my perspective, from my perspective it stayed friendly for another little while after that. But I started to think that it could possibly be romantic during the year that I was away at college. We would talk almost every day about random stuff, fall asleep on the phone, and then when I came back for this summer is when we got together, and then I made the decision to quit school to stay home and be with him, which was dumb. You don't know me, you may know Thinking of me, you don't know me well You think of me, you don't know me well Let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, let it all, At one point, well, my ex is very petty in a lot of ways.

At one point, he was going to give a sermon in front of the church about his life story, which is admittedly very fantastical. Lots of twists and turns. He was not happy childhood, didn't have a happy childhood. But when he was getting ready to share his life story, he wanted to expose an ex for not being a virgin when they were together. By telling the congregation that I was the only virgin girl he'd ever been with, as like a bragging thing. Like, look at my wife, everybody. She's so pure.

Yes. And look at what a whore this other person is, which is so funny, because in highlighting my honor and my purity, quote unquote, he would have to call attention to his impurity, which was not a problem. Him having sex with multiple girls who were not virgins, well, he was not a virgin, was the girls problem and not his. Now, in speaking to her directly, she said that that was a lie and she was a virgin. So it's wonderful that he lies out literally everything. None of his fucking business, also, and none of his fucking business to discuss

in front of a group of people in any capacity at all. And to get up on stage and talk about how he's been with so many women and only one of them was pure, well, what about you, fucker? In your own, like, what? Exactly. You're literally bragging about how many women you've been with while trying to gloat about the fact that your wife

was like your prize fish. It's really disgusting. I am so glad that I convinced him not to say that in front of everybody. The fact that he felt so emboldened to say something like that in front of the entire church congregation is also mind-blowing to me. What if he had said it? Would anybody have called them out? What would have happened? I have no idea. And thinking on it now, I might have, you know, technically been a virgin when we got together, but he wanted to preserve the image that we had waited until marriage and we didn't. We were banging within two weeks of being together. And he was trying to put that out to the congregation, like look at what we did.

Yes. Especially considering what we learned from his ex. Let's talk about that. Can we start from there? Yeah, because you got her permission, right? To talk about it. I got a permission to talk about it. She has been a friend of mine for a long time.

I actually remember when in childhood, my dad was deployed overseas and her dad worked with him at the same base and he brought our family Christmas gifts one year. That's one of my most treasured memories of their family and mine. Like very young she's been in my life forever. She was fairly demonized after she broke up with our mutual ex. He spread some really nasty lies that she had cheated on him with her current husband and at the time I never thought to check on that one because you know you should be able to trust that your spouse tells the truth.

So anyway, I did not check on that claim until this last week when I started talking with her. And she outright laughed and said, no, during the time I was dating him, I only saw my current husband twice. And yet he was trained to victimize himself in the breakup of their relationship? Yes, yeah. And I really, really liked her. So when I mean, I wasn't actually paying attention

during the time that she was with him, I was, you know, in junior high and in my own world, or maybe barely in high school. But then after they separated, she stopped being around as much, and as I got older and started connecting with my ex-husband more, he would talk about her in ways that helped him to demonize her in front of his friends and family. He really likes to look at X's and say that they're only successful because of his influence, which is absolutely false.

Like, women's successes aren't their own. They're because somebody hurt them, whatever. He talked about her like she was this bitch who cheated on him and hurt him very badly and he will never recover from the damage that she has done to him. In reality, it is the opposite except she has recovered, which is amazing and she's doing better than ever, not because of him in spite of him. They got together pretty young, I mean 18, when she was dating our mutual ex, he was fairly controlling over a lot of the same things that he controlled me over. He wanted her to dress a certain way. He controlled who she saw. She hung out with a group of friends from junior high and high school, often on. She told me about every month or so.

And when our ex found out that her high school boyfriend was ran in the same friend group, he forbade her from seeing any of them. So all of that controlling behavior, I was not the first. And unfortunately, it will not be the last. It happened before me too. And like the girl that he's interacting with now, I couldn't or wouldn't see those red flags. And the woman that we're talking about, she shared with me that a lot of the feelings I have, the X had toward me at that time. Since I've known her since childhood, my childhood, she was a leader in my youth group. We ran in the same circles.

Our families were really close. I love her parents. All of that, the same exact parallels exist between me and the current girl. We've been friends forever. I love her parents. We are so close. We were so close. And we, all three of us, even look alike, which is so creepy.

I just don't understand how people are looking the other way and nobody's saying, this is not okay. Right? Out loud verbally, this is not okay. Right, out loud verbally, this is not okay. What if you were trafficked into a cult over shot nine times or fell in love with a vampire or went into a minor surgery and woke up one week later, paralyzed? What would you do? I'm Whit Missildine, the creator of this is actually happening, a podcast from

Wondry that brings you extraordinary true stories of life-changing events, told by the people who lived them. From a young man that dooms his entire future with one choice, to a woman who survived a notorious serial killer, you'll hear their first-person account of how they overcame remarkable circumstances. Each episode is an exploration of the human spirit and personal discovery. These haunting accounts sound like Hollywood movies, but I assure you this is actually happening. Follow this is actually happening wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen to ad-free on the Amazon Music or London app. My ex would want me to dress for him rather than for myself, including on Sunday mornings, which I always came to church

in, I mean, usually jeans and tennis shoes and a t-shirt because I worked with children. And I was always on the floor playing with them with Legos or running around the room and doing things that are physically active. So that's just what I wore to church. And he continually berated me for coming to church with my hair up and not wearing makeup and looking like I'm ready to play with kids instead of doling myself up at 7am on a Sunday morning and wearing short dress and heels. No matter how many times I would tell him that it was exceedingly impractical for me to do that, he would insist that I owed it to him. This translated

often into him policing what I wore out to events and functions. He bought me dresses all the time that made me uncomfortable, like something that is see-through or halter tops or very short dresses and very high heels. So, in, how to express. When he would want me to wear these things, he'd buy them for me and give them to me in this very grand gesture surprise and tell me to model them for him.

And initially, I'd be like, wow, that's so thoughtful. Thank you so much. And I'd put it on and I would realize, you know, I don't have a bra that will work with this dress. I'm going to have to wear it without a bra. I do not like that. I don't want to do that. So the dress would go in the closet. And in any argument that we'd have, he would bring up that I don't love him because I wouldn't wear his gift. So I would talk to him

about how makes me uncomfortable. I don't enjoy it when people that I don't know look at me and the first thing they think is wow she's hot I I don't enjoy that. I would much rather be seen as a person with a brain rather than a thing with boobs and he really wanted me to be seen as a thing with boobs but more importantly than that he wanted me to be seen as his thing. Like a trophy. Yes. And yet, if you would have worn the things, would that make you a slut, like the girls in his youth group, what qualify them for being slut? I talking to boys flirting. There's the qualification for the sluts and teases in our youth group, you know, comprised of high school girls

It made those girls sluts For flirting with the high school boys that are the same ages them in the youth group But it was somehow not inappropriate For him to be flirting with a 15 16 17 year old girl that is a member of his church youth group. I don't think he would ever define what he was doing as flirting. So it was under the guise of what? I'm like a big brother.

Yes, they actually... he had a nickname. She called him Uncle. So he was essentially like a protective older brother. In both his mind and hers. I'm sure. Would you say that she was one of the people that came to church physically the way that he was describing? No, not at all. She was always dressed like me. Jeans, and I mean, she would wear nicer shirts than I did.

But she's by no means a promiscuous or I don't know how to describe that because I'm talking about a teenager. Right. She has no culpability here but it's not as if she was fitting this mold that he was describing as because it sounded like he lifted her up on a pedestal and we thought she was the best human ever and etc etc etc so I was wondering if she sort of met the standard that he was implying was meant for you. No, she dressed very, she dresses very conservatively, which I think is amazing because it's what makes her comfortable. And that's wonderful and valid in every way. But he did also attempt to dress me in the exact clothes that she wore. Down to saying, hey, she looks good in that, you would too.

Let me buy it for you. I burned those clothes. I did not wear them. That happened multiple times? A couple. Yeah. Wow. How did that make you feel? It made me feel like I could not be my own person,

and he actually wanted somebody who was not me. There's another layer added to it because this girl, her mom, and I, all look incredibly similar. It's kind of funny. Her mom looks fairly young. Her and I could be sisters. The young girl and I could be sisters. And so we would often trick new people to the church into thinking that we were related. It was a really funny joke and a great memory. But he compared me to her in looks all the time. And trying to dress me like her really made me think

that he found her attractive, and I would be attractive if I looked more like her. Of course. Yeah, which was by design. Yeah, and her mom, actually. He mentioned her mom once. Well, he and I were having sex that ended it. I was done.

He mentioned her mom during sex with me. Yep, this is a very wild experience. The sexual abuse was The sexual abuse was challenging for me to actually pinpoint because the messages that we receive as young girls are that our bodies are for male pleasure and so growing up and being told to protect my purity and things like that really led to a lack of understanding of what a good sexual relationship entails. So I went into marriage and this man it was my first sexual experiences, my first overt sexual experiences. And so I just accepted what was happening.

He initially made me feel pretty good in the beginning, and it went downhill from there. One of the secrets that I was told to keep was that we had sex before we got married. And I was told that revealing this truth would damage his reputation to the point of no return. Because as a pastor, he was held to a much higher standard that involved chastity until marriage, but listen, we were having sex within two weeks of dating. So I was just really excited to be desired in the beginning. I had not known sexual pleasure before that. I didn't know that women could feel sexual pleasure before that. And so I did not understand that it could actually be better. I thought this is as good as it gets.

But he turned out to be very controlling around sex. He was controlling of my body about what I did with my body, about what I wore on my body. And if it came to a head and I didn't want to have sex, but he did, we were gonna have sex. Quite consistently, he would wake me up in the middle of the night and say, I can't sleep. Can we have sex? And I would tell him, as politely as I could to fuck off and it didn't work. Never did. What you're describing is rape. Yes, absolutely. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna say sorry for me emotional because fuck that. Um, right. I Have been a victim of sexual assault in my life. Thankfully, it only occurred one time. I'm so sorry. Thank you, but the thought of The women that are out there

Even now that are being sexually forced into sexual relations because they feel that they are the property of their husbands just breaks my heart. And the fact that that was your first sexual experience breaks my heart. No woman should have to go through that. And I'm just really sorry. And I'm not going to apologize for being emotional, but I'm sorry to be emotional when this is your opportunity to share your story. And I don't want to make it about me. It just, uh, no, this is about, this isn't just about me either. This is about every woman. Hmm. So true. We didn't start off great, but since it was my only experience, I didn't have anything else to judge it by.

Um, so since I had no paradigm, nothing, nothing, I had no way to judge my experiences against any past experiences, really. I mean, my first boyfriend, we were exploring together, so neither of us knew what the hell we were doing. But here comes my new boyfriend who is making grandiose claims about his sexual history and how he's a pleaser of women and what it's bullshit but anyway I didn't know that it could be better I didn't know that I could orgasm and so I started feeling um for the course of our engagement that maybe my body just couldn't

get there or maybe it happened and I had missed it and in talking to him about that and telling him, you know, move your hand a little to the left that feels uncomfortable. He would point blank, look at me and say, I know what I'm doing. Just let me do it. Lots of times. So I learned, I learned pretty quickly that I needed to fake an orgasm in order to let the discomfort pass and then he would be able to pass himself on the back and, well who I did it, which he did not do

ever even once. And all of that before we got married. There's one story, I mean it's not graphic. I was giving him a blow job once in his bedroom in my mom's house, and he got a phone call from his adoptive dad's brother. Normal people when they're in the middle of a sexual act would probably ignore the phone call, but he said, this is important. Don't stop. And he answered the phone and I stopped. And then later he told me, he cornered me later because I had stopped and gone away because I was pissed. He answered the phone. He cornered me later and said, I was really upset that you stopped. Why did you do that? I had to go and finish myself in the shower afterward, and being really passive-aggressive,

and I told him that I didn't like he had answered the phone, and then I walked away, and he didn't ever bring it up again. It's kind of strange. I guess it's probably a result of my healing that I don't feel like I'm super affected by these stories that happened in my life I've separated myself from them enough that it almost feels like it happened to somebody else hey, actually maybe that's not a sign of healing maybe I should go back to therapy we should all go back to therapy

I think that's a disassociation, little state yeah that you're talking about which is is what you do when you're being sexually, when you're being raped repeatedly, you start to be able to mentally put yourself in another place as a way to protect yourself. So a lot of it gets blocked out by design because it's too much to bear. Yeah, I'm going back to therapy. I'm realizing I thought that I was healed from that, but it's just protecting my emotions from actually thinking about them too deeply. You've already been through so much, and all of the emotional stuff is so much to unpack and work through alone, you know, it makes sense to me. And this is true for all of us. Sometimes it's not the time to get into it.

Sometimes it's not to dig into that stuff. And you can stop me if it's triggering for you too and we can take a break because... Oh, thank you. I wouldn't necessarily call my wedding night rape, well, but after our photography session we had a few hours to ourselves before we had to go to our reception and so we went to our apartment together. My brand new husband wanted to immediately rip my clothes off, not wait for me to feel aroused and just get in there and get it done. So I stopped him and I said, whoa, slow down. We have a lot of time.

And the event itself is pretty blurred for me because the emotion got so desperately high during that like 15 minute period that I had to block it out for basically my entire marriage, otherwise I would not be in a happy place. So he is attempting to just have a quickie without caring for my pleasure at all. And so I pointed that out to him, perhaps unkindly, but I really feel like I'm justified in it. And I said, I'm not just some hole for you to fill, I'm your wife. And he took a few steps back from the bed and then almost started to cry and he told me

that's what my mother used to say to my father. And I don't know if that was something that really happened in his life, but it served the purpose of making me feel guilty for what I said rather than him having to acknowledge what he did. And in proof of, yeah, on your wedding night, the first thing that you have sex with your new wife, you're not going to care about her at all. So then we spent quite a long time. I was crying and apologizing.

I don't feel like I had anything to apologize for, but I was apologizing to try to mend the bridge. And I don't remember anything else of what we said. And suddenly an hour has gone by and we're late to our reception. And I can't go out in public looking like this. My hair is a mess, my face is blotchy, and so he gives me some time to cool off before we put on our game faces and go back out to see our friends and family and then I discovered that I don't have any of my My supplies that I would need to fix my face in my hair so we have to call my mom to bring them to us and He got on the phone with her and

Be raided her for not having brought those things to begin with. So he interrupts whatever she was doing at our reception, waiting for us to yell at her for something that she could not have anticipated as needing. And then she rushes over and brings me the stuff. I'm hiding in the bathroom, he doesn't let her in, he just takes it and closes the door. And then I take another half an hour to compose myself, think, what am I gonna do if somebody asks what happened? If you can, okay, it's a common thing. Your new couple, everybody knows that you just

had sex. So they want to talk about you just having having sex and I did not want to talk about that. Do you think you recognized at the time that you were pretending already? I recognized that I was putting on a happy face for that night but he did not recognize yet that that was my new life. Next time. You think you know me, you don't know me well at all. Something was wrong, is written, recorded, edited, and produced by me, Tiffany Rees. Music by Gladrags. Thank you so much to each and every survivor for sharing their story.

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