Ok, I need to come clean.
I have just had major wobble, as MadameO will testify to.
Elsewhere we were discussing the heady beginnings of the relationship and then the descent into the madness of the abusive reality.
Her words hit hard (again no need for apologies MO, these are thoughts I have to get past) I could have written her words myself.
Now I am sat in tears, but a few moments ago, this is what I wrote:
I want to call him so badly and shout at him. I loved that man with every fibre of my being, i prayed to God that he would love me. Careful what you wish for eh? My love for him consumed me, I'd have laid down my life in an instant, without hesitation. His brilliance shone like a beacon. I had all that adoration, I wanted to be a better person, a better woman only for him. And look how he repaid that blind idiotic love. I'm howling here, howling at the stupidity, the waste, the anger at what he could have had, but chose to treat with disdain. I want to roar at him, to tell him what he had, but has now lost due to his disgusting treatment of me.
What would happen if I did call him? nothing, he'd say sorry, he'd say he didn't mean it really, and it'd be 'arush, arush' yalla yalla and it'd change nothing.
notsorted here asked how come I'm so strong. What a fucking fraud I am! I'm not strong, I'm just avoiding it all, hiding behind splutters of 'bollocks', quips, anecdotes and bravado.
I've clearly not dealt with any of this, I'm the reigning Queen of Avoidance, and am just repelling all thoughts of him, not calling him, not even for him to speak to DS. I go to the group and input on others. Input on other people's situations here and elsewhere, and while I do get some help in processing thoughts from 3rd party situations, I am not looking at what has happened to me.
So today I'm having a wobble, well actually it feels like the stabilisers fell off and it's a bit more of a crash.
I truly appreciate your support and kind words, but I'm not really deserving of them. I'm talking the talk, but it may be a while yet before I am walking the walk.
Slaps 'Don't Follow Me, I'm Lost Too' bumper sticker on own arse> 