samanthavad
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I was in an abusive relationship for 3 years. He was a drug addict and would make me find him and buy him drugs. when I myself have never done more than smoke weed. I tried to leave him when I found out my mom had cancer. he stalked me I had him arrested and got a restraining order. I felt guilty and apologized to him which just gave him the chance to suck me back in. after he got out of jail his family treated him like a child and took everything away from him so he started stealing money from his grandma. His family found out and called the cops. so my ex spent 2-3 months hiding from the cops over $2,000. made me help him and do a bunch of f*cked up shit because I was afraid of him.
After awhile I got sick of it and couldn’t live that way anymore. I told the police where he was and that he threatened to kidnap me. 3 days later he did kidnap me. exactly how he told me he would. I will spear you the details but we walked 8 miles in 0 degree weather to a house he was hiding out at. He held me hostage there for 8 hours before he killed himself by overdosing. He died with his head in my lap.
That was 3 years ago. and up until about 6 months ago I thought I was doing pretty good besides the few panic attacks and nightmares. Now it consumes my whole life. i’ve gained weight. I hardly ever leave my house. I can’t go to work. I am afraid of him coming back to get me and he’s dead. I quit my job. A lot of the time I am sad and I don’t know why. I won’t even be thinking about my ex or what happened but it’s physically hard for me to leave my house. and love normal life. I don’t know what to do anymore.
After awhile I got sick of it and couldn’t live that way anymore. I told the police where he was and that he threatened to kidnap me. 3 days later he did kidnap me. exactly how he told me he would. I will spear you the details but we walked 8 miles in 0 degree weather to a house he was hiding out at. He held me hostage there for 8 hours before he killed himself by overdosing. He died with his head in my lap.
That was 3 years ago. and up until about 6 months ago I thought I was doing pretty good besides the few panic attacks and nightmares. Now it consumes my whole life. i’ve gained weight. I hardly ever leave my house. I can’t go to work. I am afraid of him coming back to get me and he’s dead. I quit my job. A lot of the time I am sad and I don’t know why. I won’t even be thinking about my ex or what happened but it’s physically hard for me to leave my house. and love normal life. I don’t know what to do anymore.