I have been seeing a guy for seven months. I made all the wrong mistakes, let him practically move in straight away. Over those seven months he finished with me at least once a month, for various crimes such as talking to another guy on a night out, dancing 'provocatively', putting a picture on fb that a lad commented on. Each time he finished with me he'd ignore me and I'd beg and beg for him to take me back which he eventually would.
Come December, I ended up cutting my wrist, for a multitude of reasons, but ultimately because I just felt worthless.
In January I discovered he took drugs 'now and again' after I caught him in the act of taking some. At the end of January, on a drunken night out, I took some too, unheard of for me, I hate them with a passion but I guess I was doing my usual of doing anything to make him happy with me. I had a terrible reaction to the drugs and nine days later, I am still not over the psychological damage they did to me.
My family finally talked some sense into me and I left him at the weekend and went to stay with them, they have been helping me deal with the confusion, crippling anxiety and insomnia from the drugs and told me they knew he had been psychologically abusing me but thought if they tried to intervene, I would cut them dead.
I haven't heard anything from him but he just called from a number I didn't recognise and I feel like I have taken a massive step backward in recovering and moving forward with my life. I find it hard to believe he is a 'bad guy' and keep thinking how much I wish we could be back together and do all the things we talked about doing. Yet deep down I know that being with him has done terrible things to me. I don't know what to do with myself because I spent all my free time with him, trying to make him happy. I cut my wrist when I am dead against the likes because I lost a family member to suicide. And I took drugs, again something I hate and have always made sure I am not around them because the family member that died, his death was attributed to drug use.
I don't recognise who I am anymore. Now that I am starting to be able to think again, I am so ashamed, embarrassed, hurt, scared and deeply deeply sad.
I want to get better and am fighting hard to get back to the person I used to be but I am on my own at the moment and I just want to call him back and have everything be normal again.