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i was in an emotionally abusive relationship with someone who is continuously slandering me online after blocking me on every social media platform. this person has called me an evil bitch because i told their mother about our breakup and their substance abuse issues.
i did everything in my power to provide for this person for almost 3 years, and within the last year and a half i was shit on and told i created every problem within the relationship. that i was a bad guy.
i endured many arguments and many late night cries where i felt far less than enough. many times of being told “i want to kill myself so bad but i stay alive for you” which is pure manipulation. i gave this person every single thing i had to offer. only to be fought with anger.
anger that would result in holes in the wall. things thrown. although never thrown at me or in my direction, there was still the chaos of things being thrown. i’m lucky i was never physically hit by an inanimate object or a hand. i was understanding through all mental health
issues and all substance abuse issues. but when it came to my mental health, it was never understood. i was “irrational” and “manipulative”. i was told i caused every single argument even when i didnt. i felt myself grow smaller and smaller every day in the last 8 months.
i provided so much and was not given the same in return. i refuse to be minimized any longer when i am no longer in this toxic relationship. i refuse to be slandered. i refuse to be made out to seem like an evil person when i did nothing but provide endless love and care.
i refuse to continue to be emotionally abused and manipulated. it’s not love if you wake up every day scared of being next to a corpse. it’s not love if they make you feel less than you are. emotional abuse is not love and i should’ve left way earlier and i didn’t.
i was never physically abused or cheated on and those are the only reasons i didn’t leave. i poured my being into someone who wasn’t worthy of anything i provided them with and now that it is all said and done i am being crucified for my mental illness and any of my low moments.
everyone makes mistakes and i ALWAYS own up to mine. but i refuse to sit back and watch myself be turned into something that i’m not. i wasted time and energy that could’ve been put into something else, because i believed this person was worth it.
now that the relationship is over it’s clear that this was never the case. i’ve tried to be the bigger person. and so far i have. even this thread is nothing compared to the awful things that have been said about me.
i yacked from alcohol for the first time ever and told that i made him feel as shitty as he did when he saw his deceased family member last year. i was called an evil bitch. “hope you have the worst life”
“i’ll meet you in hell bitch” i was called disgusting. i have a recording from the beginning of march where i was yelled at for 15+ minutes and all you can hear is me crying. even though THIS argument was actually partially my fault, i didnt deserve the treatment i received.
he made me cry so hard that i puked before. when that happened i was crying in his lap asking “why are you doing this” “why don’t you care” and any question i asked and anything i said was met with sarcasm and disregard.
i was pushed away and treated like shit on purpose so that i’d “move on” so they could “kill them self” told that without me they don’t know how they’d live, etc.
i was broken up with and within the span of 12 hours told to move on because they had ZERO romantic interest in me any longer. 12 hours. i moved out of the home i was living in purely because i didnt feel safe. i didnt feel like my personal belongings were safe if i wasn’t home
i wasn’t even kicked out by the family. i left by choice and they didn’t want me to. after moving i remembered some things i left at the house and i texted his mother asking for one of the things back and had a screenshot posted about it where the text from him to her was barely
blurred out, on purpose so that i would find out somehow, and because i asked for my property back, he said “jesus christ she’s so fucking petty”. when i spent MY money on something that i shared for almost 2 years.
everything started to feel less about me and more about him. i lost who i am as a person and missed out on so many opportunities because of the guilt i felt if he wasn’t included. i lost some friendships. i even felt like sometimes i couldn’t see my family cause he disagreed
with things that they said. he’d “joke” and say he would “deck them” for things they said. my grandparents were very emotionally abusive and put me through hell and he would even go as far as saying things like “i’d kill them” and although i dont think he would ever even hurt
a fly, that’s a serious red flag and i feel like an absolute idiot for staying as long as i did. he portrays himself as this sweet guy who does nothing but play animal crossing and tries to make everyone happy. when he’s nice he can be the nicest person you know. but underneath
he’s completely different. i’ve known him since we were 9 years old and i never imagined someone could turn into such an absolute monster. because of this treatment i received it was very very easy to move on in a relationship standpoint. i saw the downfall of the relationship
approaching and i knew i’d have to start all over with someone else at some point. in that aspect, i dont have any love for this person. at all. and i know i will never go back to them no matter what the circumstances are. i have friends who have seen this hell i’ve been
put through and know i’m not lying about any of this. i have screenshots as well so no matter what he says i have something to show otherwise.
*TW/ weight*
i’m pretty underweight because of all the stress and sadness i was put through in the last 6 months. i didn’t even realize until i moved out. i didnt notice the change in my body as much.
i’m pretty underweight because of all the stress and sadness i was put through in the last 6 months. i didn’t even realize until i moved out. i didnt notice the change in my body as much.
*TW/weight* and i figured the pants didn’t fit from lack of bloating in that aspect. but the truth is that i was under so much stress in general and a big portion of it was this relationship. i wont say the number because weight is a very very sensitive topic for many.
