Expensive homes. Household help. First-class travel. Gorgeous clothes and exquisite jewelry. Everyone thought Nunzia Mondo had it all.
No one knew about the constant, corrosive verbal abuse she endured from her husband. No one knew about the black eyes she suffered at his hands.
The cumulative effect on Nunziaof thirty years of emotional and physical violence was confusion, physical ailments, and destruction of her self-esteem. Unable to share her reality with others, she convinced herself that she was inherently faulty. Who would have believed her anyway?
My Silent Prison is more than one woman’s memoir of persevering through a living hell. With self-deprecating wit and empathy, Nunzia shines a spotlight on the darkness of living through spousal abuse, illuminating the way for others in similar situations to do what she ultimately escape decades of captivity and reclaim her life.
This is a Non-Fiction. This book is about a woman living through spousal abuse. I really think this book is well written, and I really enjoyed reading it. I have never lived through spousal abuse, but I watch my mom and dad abuse each other in different ways. They had a very toxic relationship. I hope that the author of this book finds happiness.
Again, you know the game.. No stars cuz this is Nunzia's story. It started out better than it ended. Some of the stories I actually could relate to as a child with a father who had a temper without any physical abuse. So I was identifying more with the kids she had with the husband than Nunzia herself. Like, c'mon, you needed to leave his ass way before you did (at least for the sake of the children). I can see where the children maybe resent you for staying in that situation longer than absolutely necessary. You are a smart lady and know there are resources out there (even for your precious 1%). You frustrated the hell out of me! 30 years is a long damn time to stay in an abusive relationship that you describe. The kids are gone so that aspect of a divorce is null. You gave him the time to empty the money accounts. I had great sympathy the first half of the book but it waned after that. The ending was just an ass-ripping and dirty laundry hanging of her ex-husband...Why, girl? You left him by then so why did you have to do that and make yourself look like a total B?
This memoir tells the story of emotional and psychological abuse hidden behind privilege, success, and appearances. It exposes how control, manipulation, and fear can exist even in environments that seem protected and enviable from the outside.
This book was beautifully written—and devastating. From a literary perspective, it deserves five stars, but emotionally, I couldn’t rate it. It was painful to read, heavy in a way that settled into my chest and stayed there. I had to pause often, not because it was slow or difficult to understand, but because it hurt.
I didn’t come away feeling entertained or even “satisfied.” I came away wanting to offer comfort, safety, and understanding—to the author and to anyone who has lived something similar. This is not a book I’d recommend lightly, but it’s an important one. For me, this isn’t a star-rated read. It’s a book that deserves empathy. 5 hugs, not stars.