Mental and emotional abuse is also an abuse. It is in no way less painful than the other.
Imagine being told repeatedly that you’re the reason you can’t be with the person you love, by the person you love, and yet they won’t leave you alone, no matter how much you beg them to.
We don’t always get to choose the paths we are taken down.
I’ll never forget the words you said to me. “What happened to you, you used to love me.”
I began to choose myself. That’s what happened to me.
You have been mercilessly violated, manipulated, lied to, ridiculed, demeaned and gaslighted into believing that you are imagining things. The person you thought you knew and the life you built together have been shattered into a million little fragments.
The most shameful part of this relationship, for me, is how I begun to crave him and the tumult he brought into my life. I was broken down to the point that I took blame for everything.
Telling you lies like you can’t leave. What that translates to is I can’t let you leave I need you.
After you, every relationship I had was clouded by the fear of abandonment and betrayal. I lost my perspective in life for a long time.
Abuse is when they get pissed off at you, say something unacceptable, and then claim it’s your fault.
Being in an emotionally abusive relationship feels like being sucker punched, then looking around for the one you love to help you get up but discovering he was the one who made you hit the ground in the first place.