Verbal affirmation:  That is my love language.  I don’t really remember when words became so important to me.  I remember writing my first song when I was in the 4th grade.  I wrote songs and poetry in high school and even had a poem published in a creative writing publication through the school.


I do remember, however, when words started to hurt, when words felt like fists, when words changed me for the rest of my life.  That is what verbal abuse will do to you.  It leaves you in deep pain, beaten, and defeated.  “I love you, so I’m going to tell you all that is wrong with you! Everyone else, your friends and co-workers, they think the same things about you that I’m saying.  They just don’t love you enough to tell you.” I heard that day after day.  Words and more words just chipping away at my lonely soul.  Oh if only I had really known by heart Proverbs 18:2 “Fools have no interest in understanding; they only want to air their own opinions.” (That’s a good one and pretty much describes a verbal abuser.)


Here is one small example.  When he would get angry he would (what I call) rage at me for hours.  He would go on and on about what I had done wrong, twisting and turning it making me wish I was smarter or could have known how to say or do whatever it was I had not done right.  I remember one night he was angry at something I don’t recall what it was.  He had been raging and angry for a couple hours and I was exhausted.  I was exhausted from defending myself and the long day and needed to go to work the next morning.  I turned the light off and told him lets just try to calm down and go to bed.  I got into bed and he flipped the light on in my face and said he was not finished with me yet but that he would after his shower.  While he was in the shower I went and made a bed on the floor of the baby’s room thinking he would leave me alone and let me sleep if I was in there because he would not want the little one to wake up.  Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep until I was awakened suddenly feeling breath on my face and in the darkness I was able to make out his eyes a few inches from my face.  My heart began pounding.  He coldly whispered that he was not finished with me and if I wouldn’t come back into our room he would drag me back in there.  I started whispering/begging to let me sleep and finish it the next day but he grabbed the corners of the blanket and proceeded to drag me out of the room.  He got about half way and I heard the baby stir.  I did not want the little one to wake up! So I got up, head hanging and followed him back into the room.  I don’t remember what happened after that.  I just remember my deeply broken and bruised spirit as I walked out of that room. I remember the fear, shame, and humiliation.


At the end of the movie, Labyrinth, is another very good example of what emotional and verbal abuse looks like.  The goblin king originally plays the victim making the object of his affection, the girl feel like she is ungrateful for all he’s done even though the things he’s done have actually been against her and have been meant to harm her.  Next is the big part of the contradiction of abuse.  He says to let him rule her.  He says to do as he says and he will be her slave.  That can not happen it is the opposite.  You can not have both because one will always be in control and dominate the other.  Also, more importantly, when comparing it to spousal abuse is how he says to fear him and love him! Take a look at this verse! 1 John 4:18 NIV “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”  You can’t have fear of that person and receive love!   That’s not love.


Because verbal affirmation is my love language, I honestly think that is why that kind of abuse had such a profound impact on me.  Words, good and bad, hit right to my heart.  My husband can clean and do laundry (which I’m not hatin) however if he doesn’t verbalize his love to me, I wonder what ulterior motive might he have.  Sounds crazy but that is me.


Yes, I do remember when words hurt but I also remember when words have brought hope and healing to my broken soul!  When amazing beautiful words have comforted me and reassured me that I am never alone.  Words that have allowed me to comfort and teach my children that they are never alone that they are truly loved.


Isaiah 43:1-3 “But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.  When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;  and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;  when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.  For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, you Savior.”

Donna Mott is known as the “Blendermom” thrown in the mix of a blended family on her blog www.blendermom.me.  She has a fourteen year old daughter and a nine-year old son, as well as a ten-year old bonus son. Together with her wonderful supportive husband, she is trying to teach her children the truest Christian values of loving God and loving each other through compassion and service.  She is a 2009 graduate of “She Speaks” through Proverbs 31 ministries and has written for www.upliftingfamilies.com.  She enjoys writing personalized poetry. She also writes and composes personalized songs for special occasions.  She loves snuggling with her seven pound fur-baby, Maltipoo, Brady. You can follow her on Pinterest, Twitter, and Instagram @blendermom3.



2 thoughts on “WORDS, WORDS, WORDS

  1. Donna, my heart is so heavy that you had to go thru such abuse. Did not know this. Thank God for his continued protection and love for you and baby. Also, thank God for sending a Godly husband ahd father figure to children. Great spiritual advice for those going thru these things now.

  2. Thank you so much Mrs. Shirley for your very kind encouraging words. There are many being hurt by this kind of abuse that we walk by every day. On the outside they look like the perfect couple or the abusive spouse looks like the nicest person in the world but no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. Like me, they can’t show physical bruises but that doesn’t mean they are not there. God doesn’t want that for His children and yes He was my “shelter in the time of storm”. All things truly work together for His glory!

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