chickaboomski
Active Member
The subject is all to familiar amongst us partners. Somewhere in the mess of lies and deception, the bad sex, the no sex, the no affection, the disinterest, the arguements, the rage, the hurtful outburst that cut deeper than they realize the distant shell of a man we thought we knew and loved us, the fighting to find them, support them, save them... We lose ourselves. I don't know how I got here. But I know the old me would not stand for lies and deception. Tell me straight up how its going to be so I can make my own decision based on the facta. Don't bullshit me with hope and allure me into thinking I know you. The old me, would not stand for being called selfish. A lot of things I may be, but selfish is not one of them. The old me would say if I truly make you miserable like you say FUCK OFF. The old me would not stand for being a cum bucket. A blow up doll. I think the truth is he knows I am not the selfish one. He is a selfish lover and I use the word lover ever so loosely. He is selfish to tell me the words he knew I wanted to hear to keep me here. He is miserable because he knows that it is his actions, his words, his deceptions, his choices that make me miserable. I have a life time of family and domestic violence, sexual assault and rape that has left me PTSD, he uses that as an excuse to put it back on me. As if without that, it would all be ok, I just blame him for every mans wrong doing to me. Teen porn triggers me. I told him I was leaving after I caught him out september with this. By october somhow I was apologizing saying I know I can trust him round my daughters a few years younger, but I am parinoid because I know shit happens. The very next day my daughters best friend was raped and murdered in her bed. She was 11. Fast forward to new years and the latest one new years eve was fucking sleeping threesome. I wanted to gouge out his eyes and vomit all over him. This is how I was raped. But by one desperate psycho. I want to think he had a last ditch look before a clean new year. I want to think I am bigger than this. But the old me has stepped down. Left this shell of a person who struggles to get words out, who hides in the dark. Who silently, slowly but surely, has given up the ghost. I don't even know what made us, us anymore. I see a friend, a mate, but not a companion and definitely not a partner. Sad. I loved him so much to get this far gone from myself. Now I need to just love me. Because in the end. It's all I have and all I ever did. Until I lost that too.