Abuse and trauma survivor - these are my stories in no particular order. Content warnings and triggers everywhere. Adult blog; 18+ only.
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Ghosts
Ghosts
Driving in our his neighbourhood this evening. That tightness in my chest returned. I held my breath when I drove past our his road.
The neighbourhood is haunted. Cursed.
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I really miss sharing body heat.
This time last year he took another woman to St. Lucia. I paid for between 60 and 70% of this trip.
It was supposed to be ours.
“But you seem so put together.”
I’m not going to lie. When I tell people that mentally I am a pile of disaster, there are plenty who are shocked.
It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. You all get to see that I am actually a human puddle, and not at all put together - so I laugh.
But it also puts more pressure on me to keep up the facade, because apparently it’s working. And that is just exhausting.
It's difficult for me to discern if this anxiety and social panic was a part of me prior to and exacerbated by him, or if this is purely a symptom of him.
Having met him as a teenager I really can't tell what problems were mine to begin with and what he caused.
He has been too much a part of the creation of me.
Tossed out a group invite, included the woman I’m into right now. It’s been 6 minutes and no one’s responded ( or read the message).
My brain is telling me it’s because they hate me and are rolling their eyes at the message preview.
Two years ago I was pregnant. I screamed at my dash and punched my steering wheel and melted down hard after taking the second one. I was stoic and unfeeling most of the time, but this... This was too much.
I don't know why I can't bring myself to throw these things out.
