I swear my abuser can sneeze and the person who wipes his nose will tell me every excruciating detail. I found out a whole bunch of new things about his family today that I wasn't aware of. Apparently, every school teacher in my area knows them because they're so bats**t insane, the parents AND my abuser AND his siblings.
So now, I'm sitting here, thinking "well my perfectly loving and caring boyfriend hasn't messaged me today so that probably means he's going to leave me or he's with another girl or maybe he actually hates me." I was doing so well up until now, too.
How do you guys keep picking yourselves up when this crap happens? PTSD sucks. Sigh.
So now, I'm sitting here, thinking "well my perfectly loving and caring boyfriend hasn't messaged me today so that probably means he's going to leave me or he's with another girl or maybe he actually hates me." I was doing so well up until now, too.
How do you guys keep picking yourselves up when this crap happens? PTSD sucks. Sigh.