Hi, I’ve been reading baggage reclaim and browsing the NC threads on here. Hope it’s not too late to join you all. I’ve been reading your posts and wishing you well.
I was advised to go NC by my counsellor as I’m dealing with the end of my 5 year relationship. I was 90% deliriously happy, but that was based on me being a Stepford Wife, being everything he wanted me to be, which I was happy to do in order to be cherished, it was a mutually devoted relationship.
But the minute I stepped outside of what he wanted me to be, expressing any opinions or needs of my own, requesting anything from him, it was toxic and according to my counsellor, verbally abusive. If get called a cunt, told that he would talk to me however he chose, that I was mental etc that if I wanted him out of my house I would have to call the police. But then afterwards he would apologise, say I was just as bad because I sometimes call him a dick. Say me telling him to go was hurtful and made him feel unwanted (which he was, as generally I don’t have house guests who call me a cunt!) and make me feel guilty for being ‘over-sensitive’.
I knew it wasn’t right but I cling on to the happy times, how loving he was, how kind and thoughtful. But when my counsellor handed me print outs about abuse and toxic relationships I just crumbled.
I returned all his stuff and blocked him on SM/mobile straight away so that I wasn’t tempted to contact him or to be watching out for messages/calls. Had a hiccup about day 5 when he asked me to meet him “just to end things on a nicer note” and I ended up kissing him and holding hands. Totally confusing us both. He then told me he knew all he had to do was get me there and I’d be all over him 
Another week or two of NC then he contacted me by email on my birthday. I responded,
as I don’t want him to hate me or think I’m cold. I at least got the chance to tell him how hard it is (for us both, I know) and end it on a better note.
He then called my home phone on Friday to see if he’d left his passport here that he needed urgently, but then found it at his house. Unnecessary drama, as usual.
I was out shopping yesterday and I drove past him, locking eyes for a split second as he drove past in slow mo. Then burst into tears in the car park.
I’m not sure what I want from NC, other than to let my heart catch up with head because I keep falling in that same bloody hole in the sidewalk!