Thank you for your insights, Sidneysider! I really appriciate them.
Life really is too wierd. And PTSD adds a twist.
Just a thought that keept running though my head, as I stood in my window this morning drinking my coffee, smoking a cigarette, while looking at the beautiful white snow that has fallen during the night. The street was empty. Me, and the snow, were the only things left in the world. The world was quiet. It felt good.
I surprisingly had a good nights sleep. Maybe my deamons that hunt me in my sleep decided to back off and give me a break :cautious:.
I do hope I am strong enough to keep my decision of ending the relationship, but my emotions shift all the time, back and forth, like a pendulum.
When reading my post again, I would like to make clear that the episode of him coming home drunk wanting to kiss and cuddle, did not trigger anything about my rape. He has never triggered that in me. What upset me, was the fact that he did'nt seem to care, or even think about, how I was doing. He was drunk and tired, yes, and I was anxious. Not a good combo. Not being able to meet his needs like a normal girlfriend made me feel damaged and alone. He felt rejected.
He has not damaged me in our relationship. He is a stressor in some areas, but any relationship for me would be. He dosen't always understand why I feel the things I feel, and why I react so strongly. I did not expect him to. But he wanted to prevent situations from esculating by giving me love and support, when PTSD took over. I expected that.
I have felt his love, truely, so much more than not. That is why his lack of empathy towards me and unwillingness to put one stupid party aside to make sure I was alright, felt like such a huge betrayal I don't think I can overcome. He could not have made me feel more worthless. How can he go from making me feel so loved, so supported so wanted, to making me feel like nothing? I don't understand it. I am confused, but I do know nobody should make me feel that way. Especially not him. How could I ever just slightly trust him again? He did not walk the talk, and I need action much more than words. And I hate when words and action contradict eachother. I can not work with that!
The pendulum swings yet again: Was I asking too much? Was I communicating me needs clearly in my confused state overhwelmed with emotion? Do I even know what is up and down anymore. Is PTSD covering my emotions in smoke? Was it fair of me to ask him to give up something he was really looking forward to just because I am a mess? Should he change anything in his life because of the assholes that traumatized me? Is he not allowed to make mistakes? Is it just the PTSD that tells me that my whole being was weighed against a party and found to light? Is it a self fulfilling prophecy: Do I create these situations to satisfy the 'voice' in my head that says I am worthless, I'm nothing, I am alone. I can't trust any one, not even my self?
I must admit that a part of me hope that he will chase me. Apologise, and beg me to come back, that he cannot live without me. That he would rather die, than be without me. Make me feel like I am important in this world. I've never had that feeling, and I crave it so badly. But on the other hand, I hope he dosen't. It will make me sticking to my decision so much easier. I hope the takes his egotistic tail and stick it between his legs!
I don't expect any one to answer these questions, it is just nice to get it out. I have swicted off my phone, deleted my FB. I don't want contact with anyone in my real life, so this forum is now my only outlet. Maybe I should start a trauma diary. Although I should be writing my thesis if anything:geek:. It is about Judas. I like Judas! He too, was so misunderstood ;)