Posted many times before about the emotional and eventually physical abuser - lowest of the low. Yet I loved him like mad - crazy.
Put me through hell, time end time again, humiliated and undermined me - and eventually caused the showdown to end all showdowns and humiliated me in front of my family a year past Christmas and came very close to breaking point.
However, I didn't. I mourned for the person I thought I loved for a short time , moved on, moved the hell out of the city and got an amazing promotion and new life elsewhere.
Meanwhile he got demoted (unrelated - I think !) and took a pay cut.
Today I hear , and little over than 14 months on, he's engaged to the gf he moved in very quickly after me.
Can't decide how to feel! He really looks a bit of a tit doesn't he? I feel slightly sad everytime I remember the life I thought I had and how stupid I was to keep wanting it.
I feel a bit on the shelf if am honest, just not met anyone- also scarred still maybe! Gah am rambling