I have a love interest after a spending couple of years happily single. I needed time to heal after the domestic violence. A few months ago, I realized that I had a crush on my co-worker. This made me very happy. I have not felt such feelings in a while. I am glad that I can feel this way.
Since he is a co worker, I feel that the Universe disapproves of a union between us. That got me re evaluating what I want in a relationship and the qualities I'd like in mate. I started thinking of certain people I used to know and would have liked to be with.
And then, crazy! One of the guys friends me on fb. I don't even go on Facebook a lot. So we start talking a few weeks later. For five years he and I looked longingly at each other as we passed by each other. Now, we are getting to know each other over the phone. He lives in the same town as my abuser. I like that he is 800 miles away because it gives me time to get to know him instead of going too fast, which I do.
Here is the really cool part. This guy stopped my PTSD episode. He doesn't know this, yet. I wrote about My Bad Decision. I was upset. That day he messaged me with silly fun sweet stuff and chatted with me and all the anxiety left. All the symptoms left.
I had to share this since that was the first time I experienced such an abrupt cessation of an headcrap explosion.
Since he is a co worker, I feel that the Universe disapproves of a union between us. That got me re evaluating what I want in a relationship and the qualities I'd like in mate. I started thinking of certain people I used to know and would have liked to be with.
And then, crazy! One of the guys friends me on fb. I don't even go on Facebook a lot. So we start talking a few weeks later. For five years he and I looked longingly at each other as we passed by each other. Now, we are getting to know each other over the phone. He lives in the same town as my abuser. I like that he is 800 miles away because it gives me time to get to know him instead of going too fast, which I do.
Here is the really cool part. This guy stopped my PTSD episode. He doesn't know this, yet. I wrote about My Bad Decision. I was upset. That day he messaged me with silly fun sweet stuff and chatted with me and all the anxiety left. All the symptoms left.
I had to share this since that was the first time I experienced such an abrupt cessation of an headcrap explosion.
