I’m still coming to terms with the fact I am not evil, useless, nasty, insane, need counselling, flirt with everyone, am fat and lazy.
I honestly didn’t realise it was happening until I got out. I feel completely blindsided that a) he WAS being abusive and b) that I thought it was ok. It was just who he was.
He used to ignore me for days if I didn’t have sex with him. I woke up on numerous times with him pushing himself inside me and I pretended to like it because I didn’t want the backlash.
I lived in a constant state of worry because if I did or said the wrong thing he would withdraw all affection for days. He constantly accused me of sleeping with other people, I was only allowed to be in touch with a few of my friends.
He only hit me once, after I joked with him. It was so hard I almost blacked out and lost hearing in my ear. He apologised instantly so I thought it was a mistake.
He was incredibly aggressive during sex - choking me, spitting on my face, slapping me so hard it made my head spin. I just thought he liked it.
He never cared about me or my emotions and needs. I lived solely to provide for him. But he was sweet sometimes so I thought it was enough.
My head is all over the place. I can’t believe I allowed this to happen, and that I didn’t realise sooner. I feel empty. I don’t miss him and never want to see him again, but he’s left me feeling like I don’t even know who I am anymore.