Ive been dumped so many times in the last week, there were times I couldn’t remember if we were together or not.
My deepest insecurities that I trusted with the man I love have been thrown in my face more times that I care to remember.
Ive been blocked in every way possible over and over.
When I told the truth, I was accused of lying… so I lied and got in trouble for things I didn’t do.
I cursed out a friend and blocked them on Facebook because I liked their post and he didn’t like what she said.
I have been black mailed, the threat being he would assist and say whatever needed to be said for me to lose in my custody battle.
I have been threatened that he would send naked pictures of me to family. He did send some to my ex husband.
Think of a name. Ive been called it.
My arms have bruises on them but none compare to emotional trauma.
Ive begun to realize the amount of damage thats been done. It’s not just this but from my marriage. My marriage was so horrible but everything else in my life was on track. I had something to lean on. This time, I have nothing. I feel worthless. I’ve lost hope, I do not have dreams or goals. I hate who I see in the mirror. I do not recognize her anymore. The only time I think Im happy is when he is pleased with me. My world crashes when he isn’t. I think my world stands still more than it moves.
Every night I wonder if this is it. If this is the final goodbye. Sometimes, I wake up in the morning to a new day… But mostly it’s not. Mostly, I find a new set of rules that I broke. Rules. What kid doesn’t dream of being an adult where you don’t have any rules?
I had more freedom as a child than I do as an adult.
Im not allowed to watch certain shows or movies.
Im not allowed to listen to any band that I saw in concert. I used to go to a lot of concerts. Ive seen all my favorite bands.
Im not allowed to have male friends on social media unless I’m friends with their wives. If they aren’t married, I can’t be their friend.
I’m not allowed to go to restaurants that have bars in them.
Im not allowed to wear heels when Im not with him. Or dresses. Or short shorts. If he is not here, I have to prove I have underwear on by video chat.
Im not supposed to flat iron my hair if he’s not here.
Im not able to paint my toenails certain colors. Im also not allowed to change it if he’s not around.
I have to make sure I don’t wear makeup too often if hes not here.
Im not allowed to listen to music loudly in my car. It draws attention.
If I accidentally look at a man, there are consequences.
If a man opens a door for me, I can not say thank you. Any compliments are to be completely ignored.
Im not allowed to masturbate.
I am supposed to report any physical contact with any person… even a hug from a same sex friend.
Im not allowed at certain gas stations.
Im not allowed to work at certain places, if there is contact with men.
Im not allowed to sell things to men, such as things Ive posted online. If it is something “manly”, Im not allowed to post it. He has to.
I don’t know how this happens. I don’t know how a person, well aware of how crazy everything sounds, can be begging a person like that to stay. It’s almost unbelievable. I don’t know how someone can get out of one abusive relationship and hop right in bed with another, like it was her favorite blanket. But, it happens. It’s happening and I don’t know how to stop.