Yes I was conditioned from birth to not be real and to accept utter shite from everyone in my life.
ARSE TO THAT!!!!!!
Patricia Evans' books, at first, because of the insight and understanding it gave me, made me possibly slightly more co-dependent at first, thinking that if he could understand, even a bit, that there was some kind of hope. And it worked to an extent. He has had therapy, and while he was having it, it was rather lovely, had a great Christmas and a week in Egypt which were truly wonderful, fun, happy, and without the weird shit. Nice, happy memories...so that's nice.
BUT:
He went away to Benidorm to shoot a video for a few days. Since then, we are back to square one, separated again, and it is worse in the fact that for the first time ever, he has physically attacked me.
I think he stopped going to therapy, started drinking, not only heavily, but in secret, (no hard proof, just circumstancial stuff) and actually, bollocks to that....
I (ME ME ME ME ME!) have, at the same time, started to resurrect MY social life, have fun, start writing again, getting a bit more work, despite the recession, and generally allowing myself to put all that co-dependent energy into MEEEEEEE instead. Not a good teddy.
Looking back, I can see why when we first moved in together, my expectations of this wildly passionate loving, amazing relationship, actually manifested as him painting skirting boards endlessly, day after day, leaving me completely confused. Painting skirting boads made him happy, and teddy was just there to admire how silky smooth he had got the wood.
Insane? Yup.
If ONLY i had known at the time. Skirting board painting is not abuse.....is it?