i fell in love with my husband and I realised the way I was going on was killing him. I realised when I seen he was the shadow of the man he was before he met me and the only difference in his life was me. A 6ft, strapping man who was literally on his knees crying over me. I had no empathy before I met him and every relationship was about what I could get out of it.
I had no friends, I couldn’t keep them as again, it was all about what benefit I could extract from it.
in hindsight, it was derived from a co dependent upbringing and I let that influence carry into my 20s.
I recognise now the relationship being a victim and also a perpetrator. I was the victim of a lot of abuse but then in turn I perpetrated it. It’s not an excuse or a justification, but an explanation at least.
I was very unhappy in myself then - looking and getting a lot of skin deep attention from men, lapping it up, needing validation etc but it really is because of insecurity and just not being a nice person.
I still have traits that I work on every single day but I am nowhere near the horrible person I used to be.
toxic people have demons but it’s up to them to recognise and deal with, you can’t make them nor is it anyone else’s responsibility. My honest opinion from being toxic in the past is don’t waste your time on someone like that because they’ll only change if they want to and recognise what’s wrong within themselves