During my early 20’s, I discovered the man I loved and who made me believe he loved me, was in another relationship and had been for some time. I had become a woman who didn’t know who she was anymore, I hated myself, I was battling depression and anxiety, lack of appetite and I was looking in the mirror with disgust rather than love. I felt like I had been devoted to him, cooked and cleaned, played the housewife he deemed to love, but I was nothing other than a ‘bit on the side’ a joke and someone to fill the gap.
I felt deceived, lost all trust, shut myself down, I spiralled into self-doubt and insecurity, believing I was never good enough and asking myself ‘what did I do so wrong to deserve this’. Although he had a girlfriend, he continued to stay in contact, he would create mixed signals and false promises which fuelled my confusion and anger, this would cause me to have verbal outbursts, where I would try to present my feelings and hurt, looking for validation, but only receiving ignorance and shutdown, I felt like I was being constantly punished for events I couldn’t change or ask for.
After these outbursts, I would be filled with shame, a woman shouldn’t act out like that, that sort of verbal anger isn’t very feminine or pleasant. I felt like I had become a disgusting person, my insecurities where through the roof and come to think of it, I wasn’t just angry I was fucking fuming for how he think it was okay to treat me this way, I didn’t deserve that! I felt trapped, I couldn’t talk to anyone about it because then I would have to admit what had been going on, I felt like a madwoman, questioning who would trust someone who just lost her shit at her ex for wanting her yet not truly wanting her at all.
The self- hate, self-blame and lack of worthiness amplified over the years and despite attempts to break free, his apologies and declarations of love always pulled me back in, only to repeat the cycle for five agonizing years.