I Curse Him Out Aloud Sometimes. From A Memory Or A Feeling Or Just General Unhappiness.

I curse him out aloud sometimes. From a memory or a feeling or just general unhappiness.

It's confusing for everyone.

How do I eliminate all thoughts of him?

I still think about him basically every time I get a quiet moment: in a fitting room, at a red light, in my office, in the shower.

Recovery is a bitch.

I still think about him basically every time I get a quiet moment: in a fitting room, at a red light, in my office, in the shower.

Recovery is a bitch.

I had a successful date. A very successful date.

My parents are spending their Friday night going through old unlabelled spices and dried herbs in their cupboards and trying to guess what they are based on the smell. They're so pumped when they're certain they've identified one; they may just be having the time of their lives.

This is clearly #relationshipgoals. So I wonder how I grew up seeing my folks who genuinely love and like one another and still ended up in a relationship that nearly killed me.

What went wrong in this brain of mine?

He wouldn’t let me keep pierogi in the house because he disliked them so much. I was not even allowed to eat them when he wasn’t home.

Guess what I’ve got a bit ol’ plate of right now?

"So are we going to do it today or what?"

He'd ask me at 10am and hold me to it in the evening. Not that it mattered. The answer was always 'yes' because it was not a good thing to say 'no'.

There are playful, sweet or smouldering ways to ask these things and keep a mood going all day.

This wasn't that. This was a contractual obligation. And it didn't matter what happened to me the rest of the day. If i wasn't ready when he decided it was time, there were consequences.