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Of course that marriage didn't work. My second marriage was a total disaster. This man was 15 years older than I was, and again, I felt lucky that someone wanted to marry me with a child. Knowing my fragile psyche, this man used it to his advantage. He told me daily how ugly I was and broke down what little confidence I did have to being non-existent. I know now it was his own insecurities that made him do this. I became an abused women. My self esteem was broken down to a point that allowed this to happen. It took years to discover my worth after living under this kind of physical and mental abuse.
My name is Georgia Durante. I am a 49 year old stuntwoman who can dominate a two-ton vehicle at high speeds, but off road I have careened from one emotional head-on collision to another. Rather than my life ending with a triple-roll crash of a vintage Dino Ferrari during the filming of a commercial, it began. While somersaulting at high speed toward a forty-foot drop-off into the ocean, I did not see my life pass before me―only my professional instincts roared into focus. With time to reflect, I began to discover that I have built an entire professional persona, not in conjunction with my life as a woman [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], not in support of it, but in contradiction to it. High-speed avoidance of the “bad guys” isn’t just what I do in front of the camera―it’s what I’ve done all my life. My life’s journey continues in search of the woman at the center.
I spent many years trying to prove to people (who had long forgotten about this incident) that I was worth something. I did it in ways that were very detrimental to my mental well-being. Living my life through the eyes of others rather than for my self. Once I was able to breakaway from this monster I was then surrounded by people who validated my accomplishments and strengthened a more positive way in which I viewed myself.
When I was 17 I was raped by my brother-in-law. I was a virgin at the time. And after the act was over, Dick was afraid I would talk so he pulled me into the backyard with a shovel and told me to start digging my own grave. Quick thinking allowed me to escape the situation, but it would take years to escape the event in my mind.

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I know that forgiveness helps the healing process, but I was never able to forgive my rapist. He changed the course of my life dramatically. I don't know if I ever did learn to trust again or to be vulnerable again. And that is sad. I'm sure I have passed up many relationships that could have been good if I allowed myself to trust. But being vulnerable again terrified me. Though no one would really know it, I'm very open and outgoing amongst peopl
I was a model when this happened. I was the Kodak summer girl. My life-size image was seen in 80,000 drug store windows all over the world. The magnetic smile of the poster girl had vanished as I struggled for my self-esteem. The people in my small town were already jealous of my success. This gave them the evidence they needed to continue to gossip about me with conviction. I took this man to court and he did do jail time. But the court experience was worse than the rape, and the scars lasted a lifetime. He became the victim and I had to prove I was not a whore.
Up until that point, I lived my life as any 17 year-old would, impervious to the differences of the way men and women think. After the rape I was very cautious of how I spoke, how I dressed, and how I related to people. I always looked for hidden meaning in everything anyone said. And I knew men were looking for hidden meaning that was not there in everything I said too. Because of the unwarranted gossip in my small town, I allowed myself to feel worthless. This event in my life was responsible for all of the bad choices I made from that point on. I'm married for the first time, not out of love, but because I didn't believe anyone would want me because I was no longer a virgin. I felt lucky that someone would marry me.