sun seeker
Diamond Member
Today after posting on someone else's thread my feelings about my ex are coming to the surface. I don't want to hijack that thread so am starting my own. Not sure quite what I am looking for, except to sort out my thoughts in a place where others may understand.
Why is it after all these years, telling a little bit of my story on the forum triggers me so much? Why am I afraid that, even on an anonymous forum where I leave out a lot of details, he will find out what I wrote and do something to hurt me? Why is it I believe he would be right, that I am such a worthless person I deserve it?
I shared that he was physically violent a few times, and threatened my life a few times. Then I got so scared to have said that. He would claim none of it is true, and he's so charming, he would convince people. He would tell them I am crazy, that I had problems before I ever met him, that I exaggerate. He would drag my name through the mud until I have even fewer friends than I already have.
I got almost sick, shaking, thinking he never actually said the words "I am going to kill you" so saying he threatened my life is a lie, and I will go to hell for saying it. I don't even believe in hell, but the fear is there anyway. I started writing the stories of what exactly happened and then erased it, because I'm too scared to put it on a public forum. The thing is though, taking away the context, on one of these occasions he intended to leave me lying in a dark place so no one would ever know who had hurt me. Then he changed his mind, but he took me there and told me. I never even thought about what that meant until now, but if no one would ever know, that means I would never regain consciousness to tell about it, doesn't it? The other stories I can't figure out how to tell in obscure terms.
I've never before said that he threatened my life, never put it in those words even to myself before today, but somehow the words came out today without thinking and I started panicking. Is that actually what he intended? Or am I indeed lying, manipulating, as bad a person as he always claimed I was?
I'm doubting myself so much, it makes me dizzy. Maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe it was just an unfortunate turn of phrase. I'll never know. But my instinct is still to take it all back. He took so much from me and years later I am still afraid he will turn up and take away what is left. Anyone in a similar situation... get out now, before it messes up your mind like this. When I think about what caused my PTSD he doesn't figure high on the list and I thought I was over him, but today I see I am wrong.
Why is it after all these years, telling a little bit of my story on the forum triggers me so much? Why am I afraid that, even on an anonymous forum where I leave out a lot of details, he will find out what I wrote and do something to hurt me? Why is it I believe he would be right, that I am such a worthless person I deserve it?
I shared that he was physically violent a few times, and threatened my life a few times. Then I got so scared to have said that. He would claim none of it is true, and he's so charming, he would convince people. He would tell them I am crazy, that I had problems before I ever met him, that I exaggerate. He would drag my name through the mud until I have even fewer friends than I already have.
I got almost sick, shaking, thinking he never actually said the words "I am going to kill you" so saying he threatened my life is a lie, and I will go to hell for saying it. I don't even believe in hell, but the fear is there anyway. I started writing the stories of what exactly happened and then erased it, because I'm too scared to put it on a public forum. The thing is though, taking away the context, on one of these occasions he intended to leave me lying in a dark place so no one would ever know who had hurt me. Then he changed his mind, but he took me there and told me. I never even thought about what that meant until now, but if no one would ever know, that means I would never regain consciousness to tell about it, doesn't it? The other stories I can't figure out how to tell in obscure terms.
I've never before said that he threatened my life, never put it in those words even to myself before today, but somehow the words came out today without thinking and I started panicking. Is that actually what he intended? Or am I indeed lying, manipulating, as bad a person as he always claimed I was?
I'm doubting myself so much, it makes me dizzy. Maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe it was just an unfortunate turn of phrase. I'll never know. But my instinct is still to take it all back. He took so much from me and years later I am still afraid he will turn up and take away what is left. Anyone in a similar situation... get out now, before it messes up your mind like this. When I think about what caused my PTSD he doesn't figure high on the list and I thought I was over him, but today I see I am wrong.