The last 2 1/2 years have been the worst of my life. I met a man and fell in love. I realized he was very controlling and when he was the least bit angry he was unbearably cruel in the things he would say. We are both divorced and to this day he talks about the hurt he feels that his ex-wife walked out on him...at times he admits he was to blame. But most of the time he insists she just wanted to see what else was out there and she "went to far" by leaving him and can't come back now. She has actually remarried and wants nothing to do with him. He was a flirt to the core. Always trying to find someone to replace me with but in the last 2 1/2 years although he and I have spent a good amount of that time apart he only seriously dated one other person for about a month. From the beginning he would nitpick about different aspects of my life...deal breakers he would call them.
*I didn't dress girly enough which made him flirt with other women so he could find someone who excited him. (I changed this eventually and started dressing more girly...he moved on to the next deal breaker.)
*I was too "needy" (I would ask him to tell me good morning...he insisted this was my way of trying to control his thoughts and make him think of me first thing in the morning and he just wasn't going to do it.0
*After I stopped asking him to contact me he rarely would...never a phone call unless he needed something and maybe 4 texts a day. He blamed his lack of contact on work yet talked to other friends (mainly female) all day every day.
*He would tell women that were interested in him that it wasn't working out with me...and when we broke up he would give them a chance. He would begin getting cold with me...not asking me out or inviting me over and then he would be downright cruel...telling me he didn't love me enough, didn't care for me, didn't want to be with me and that I needed to find another man. He would go out with these women usually....one date maybe...and then somehow he would contact me again and it would start all over.
*He said we were too far apart to make things really work and convinced me to move to his town 2 cities away into a home his brother rented out...only to break up with me for the first time a month later. I still live here.
At times he was sweet and kind and would tell me how much he loved me...in the back of my mind the horrible things he would say remained...I had a hard time believing him...so I would ask him why he would be so cruel at times. He would tell me that it was because I would make him angry and make him say things he didn't mean...but when he was angry would recant and insist that he just didn't love me that much and I needed to get that thru my head.
Everything was my fault. At times I would try to move on...I would go on dates and met a couple of great guys who actually fell for me. But he would learn of this and our insanity would start again...and I would catch Hell for my moving on.
I am 38. I grew up in an abusive home and then my first marriage was also abusive...for the first 25 years of my life I was abused. Over the last few months I have gone into therapy and have started taking medication, mostly at this man's urging...I have spent the last 2 1/2 years hurting and confused.
Last night was insane. He went into a cold spell and when he typically does this I quietly walk away...he gets over it within a few days or weeks and contacts me again...but last night I pushed it to it's limit. I refused to back down or walk away. I refused to leave. I knew it would go too far and I wanted it to...even if I ended up in jail. I stood there reminding him that a few days ago he was talking about us moving in together and saying he loved me...and that I wasn't walking away quietly this time. That he says these cruel things and I go....but he knows it will come back together. He said what he has said many times. "I just don't care much for you. Don't you get it? These last 2 days that we didn't talk I barely thought about you. You aren't the one and I'd rather be alone or find someone I can love because it's not you." It's like a broken record. I've heard it over and over for years.
But I stood there. I insisted he calm down and talk rationally instead of being verbally abusive. He threatened to call police. I told him to go ahead. And he did. I knew he would either break or dial 911. After the chaos I left calmly and I have no regrets about not walking away. I loved him...sometimes he loved me. Sometimes he hated me. I'll never know. But it's over and I can't stop crying. How did I get here?