Hello all.
Well, I don't know where to begin catching up.I wanted to post because today marks three months of freedom and I just wanted to share how liberated I am so you know it gets better.
Three months ago, I caught my boyfriend brazenly sat in the pub, 'our' pub with a girl. The day before, he had talked getting married and had followed me to make sure I got my train. You can see why I was so surprised. He saw me, ran out and asked me to leave, that she was no-one and that we'd sort it out. Like a fishwife, I went in the pub where he introduced me to the girl as his ex. That evening, he announced he was in a relationship with her. Via Facebook. And let a mutual friend tell me.
I thought my world had ended. A poison ran through me, I stopped sleeping, eating or brushing my hair. I posted some pathetic posts on here. I went on anti depressants. I was signed off work. It was the lowest time of my life. I genuinely wanted to die. He harassed me via text, phone, email and turned up at my office.
I was supported by my family, friends and some amazing people on this thread.
On reflection, recovery was fairly speedy. Even within a fortnight, I felt better. I still missed him, I was addicted to him, but being removed from that abuse...the benefits kicked in soon.
So the first two weeks were awful, the second two weeks were a bit better and since then...well, the last two months have been some of the best of my life.
Instead of spending my money on him, I spend my money on me. A holiday, haircuts, clothes.
Instead of spending all my time with him, I spend it with my friends and family.
Instead of tidying his house, my own house is tidier and more organised than it has ever been.
I'm more productive and creative at work than I have ever been.
I have time to pamper myself, my nails are always pretty.
I feel fitter than I've ever been because I'm allowed to go running/gym.
I got a tattoo. Had a two night stand. Ticked 'sex with a woman' off my bucket list. Rekindled a friendship I had with one of his ex friends because he had forbidden us from being friends. I've been to gigs. Gone out dancing until 4am. I practically skip through the city I live in with a huge grin on my face.
Instead of being told I'm ugly, people I know say I am beautiful. I'm starting to believe it. My happiness is radiating. I've stopped hiding my mouth in photographs because he said it was ugly.
Special thanks to all the people on here that have seen me through many name changes. At first I thought he was a bit odd. Then slowly I realised, through this board, what his true colours were. My handsome, charming, funny and clever boyfriend was emotionally and financially abusing me.
Thank you, you cocklodging, abusive fuckwit. I should have given you your marching orders long ago, but I was too charitable, too kind. Thank you for setting me free. The last few months have been so happy without you.
Right, better go and catch up with my Vixens!