I’m hesitant to post this because I feel like this is something I should be over by now but it’s still affecting me and I realize that it’s probably going to for a while yet.
I’ve been doing well with keeping busy and taking up hobbies and haven’t really been bothered by this particular thing much but it has been hitting me here and there and it makes me feel pathetic for still allowing it to affect me.
For those who have been following me for a while or for those I’ve opened up to; I was in a VERY abusive relationship with a narcissist for almost 5 years and I had known him since I was 11 years old. Growing up, he was a HUGE part of my life, one of my best friend and ultimately my first boyfriend and whatnot. Our friends used to say that we were “destined” to be together and that claim only got worse when my family moved to the same town he had moved to.
I don’t feel like drudging up everything he’s done since we got back together but I will say that it’s enough to still affect me.
Some days, I’ll imagine him walking back into my room as if he never left. I see him when I go out despite him moving hours away as of last year. When I look in the mirror, I see one of two things: I see myself all battered, bruised and beaten and the shell of who I was when I was with him or I see him looking back at me. As much as I hate to even admit this, sometimes I see him in my current boyfriends place although they look nothing alike and are nothing alike.
Lately I’ve been having dreams about him too, about us getting back together as if I had forgotten everything that transpired until he finally sets his teeth back into me.
Not many people my age really understand this all was, especially since I had known him for 12 years and love to tell me to let it go and move on. I have been doing well and I’ve come to the conclusion that whatever he did to me had nothing to do with me but with himself and I’ve accepted that it’s done and over with but yet it’s like his shadow follows me and whenever I start doing better, it makes it’s presence known.
Those moments where it feels like he’s going to walk in my room are so real that it’s almost like he’s there and I want to scream and break down but I don’t, I just try to distract myself but it always happens again.
I have been doing better with all of this, I was actually feeling good about the progress I made and how far I’ve come since then and without him but like I said; whenever I start getting to that certain point of moving on, when I’m on the cusp, it slips back in, almost like it never left.
Again I was hesitant about posting this, I honestly feel ridiculous making yet another post about this but I wanted to scream into the void for a moment, for the sake of my sanity. No I don’t have the money nor the access for therapy and I’m not on meds and don’t want to go on them again after the last time. I’m sorry for this bummer post and I hope that my next one is in of a more positive nature.
I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves the best you can and that you’re having a good day/afternoon/night 🖤