First off, haven’t been on here lately... :/
So... After 7.5 Months, I can finally properly grieve...
She took my worst fear, and she challenged it, made me believe for the first time in my life that my biggest fear, is just an illusion... and I actually can be loved with my high panic disorder, and PTSD. She held me when I needed it, she nurtured me. And let me know when I was having “past feelings” from PTSD, and NOT warning signs or red flags...
But....Then, in the end, I wasn’t loved. I was criticized, laughed at, judged and gaslighted for my mental health issues...
She didn’t tell me one truth thing about her. Only that she said she was an asshole. But, everything else turned out to be double lived for her. From the moment we met, I declined...
But now, I have all the answers to the questions I needed. Why I was finding long blonde hair all over her things. Why she really smelt different everyday... Why I was finding things around the house that were not mine, but girl things that were not hers either... why she was “working” all the time... and now, I also know, that what she did to me, is NOT about me... She just showed me the kind of Human Being that she just is. Now that I know the truth, I don’t miss her. My heart does not ache for her anymore...
It aches for me. I just need to forgive MYSELF for not knowing that ‘the warning signs can feel like they’re butterflies.’