head Actually without being too outing, I am very aware of Harry in his younger days, and his hobbies as I used to watch him play at the Cirencester Polo Club. You should be careful before you assume that no one knows him and we are all guessing. I will leave that there.
lock My friends were confused, they could see I was in love and were happy for me initially, but then became worried. I just fell of the radar, as I would try to see them, and he would make suggestions we did something together, or that he didn't feel well etc. It was nothing anyone could put their finger on.
He would watch me walk around the room at parties, and I would feel on edge. Then eventually the parties just didn't happen. He would insist always to pick me up when I did go out with friends, and cut my evening so short by making it so early it was embarrassing.
They would ask if everything is okay, and I would always say it was, because I didn't know it was happening. I became quieter, more private. Not able to share the truth with them. That I felt stifled and scared I was losing myself. I was ashamed. Lots of my friends knew, but didn't get involved, didn't know how to. If he had been hitting me I am sure they would, but it was so slow and incremental.
I tried to break out by doing things on my own, but somehow he would always crush my confidence, and I would question myself, and then wouldn't go. 'I don't think thats really you', 'I don't think you really want to to go there, it is a vulgar pub and you know it always ends badly with those friends'. 'You know I don't like it when you wear too much make up, you are beautiful as you are'. It was a million small things that sound like nothing at all, but add up to the loss of self. I couldn't choose holidays, paint colour, clothes or even see a friend without his involvement. He just took over everything in my life, eventually even my bank account because according to him I was so poor with money I needed his help! I actually believed all of this at the time. I was young and felt he wanted the best for me.
When I think what friends could have done, it is very hard, because what can you actually say? It is very difficult, and many people choose to distance themselves as they felt unsure how to help or felt that I had dropped them when nothing could be further from the truth.
I feel she has sold him her dream and dressed it up as his idea.
One day I was sick and tired of feeling so suffocated. I could not do it any longer. I would look in the mirror and see a stranger. I started to try to assert my needs and wishes, and he became quite aggressive and hateful towards me, openly hostile. Eventually I started standing up for myself, and without my wonderful friends I am not sure I would ever have left him. He followed me for months afterwards, the police got involved, as it was stalker stuff. He just could not bear it. We got there eventually. I feel sorry for the person he is with now, I often think of it.