My ex boyfriend had an incredible absurd and unhealthy relationship, but care about each other ultimately, or at least we want so desperately to. We've been back together for the last few days and it's been better than ever. Last night I was drunk, I was angry at him for avoiding me yet again. I drunk drove to his house, woke him up and started grilling him. The rest is a little hazy, but I was extremely physically and verbally abusive, drunkenly recalling experiences in the past that had nothing to do with him. I hit him as hard as I could, I took him to the ground, the things coming from my mouth, I didn't know I had it in me. That I was only a blow up doll for him, that I mean nothing more than sex to him, that that's all I am , why is he wasting his time, how he abandoned me after I had just been evacuated from Cairo in february, that I had stayed awake for 5 nights in fear of being raped by looters and police officers and he left me crying in my living room like it was no big deal. I don't know anything else, I never have.
I am so deeply ashamed of what I've done. There is no excuse for physically assaulting someone because of traumas you've experienced. I came home this morning and overdosed again. I don't know how to live like this anymore.
I've come to realize that this culture is not built in a way that allows victims of sexual assault and rape to be angry, who can I be angry at? The guy who raped me when I was 18 who now lives in Florida? The mexican cab driver? I don't know how to be angry. For so long I've been secretly enraged that the last 4 years have been stolen from me, though I've done everything to regain control over my life, memories don't go away, I don't know where to put them, and I'm growing tired of trying to pretend everything is fine. It sounds awful, but hitting him felt good. He started crying, he was so hurt by what I'd done, he looked scared. I truly hate myself. I don't know what I deserve anymore.
I am so deeply ashamed of what I've done. There is no excuse for physically assaulting someone because of traumas you've experienced. I came home this morning and overdosed again. I don't know how to live like this anymore.
I've come to realize that this culture is not built in a way that allows victims of sexual assault and rape to be angry, who can I be angry at? The guy who raped me when I was 18 who now lives in Florida? The mexican cab driver? I don't know how to be angry. For so long I've been secretly enraged that the last 4 years have been stolen from me, though I've done everything to regain control over my life, memories don't go away, I don't know where to put them, and I'm growing tired of trying to pretend everything is fine. It sounds awful, but hitting him felt good. He started crying, he was so hurt by what I'd done, he looked scared. I truly hate myself. I don't know what I deserve anymore.