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I guess the one good thing I got out of the whole shitfest was learning what a completely unhealthy relationship looked like. I so badly needed something to be going well in my life that I was forever giving him a pass.
And I still had panic moments when it seemed just completely unbelievable that he hadn't found someone else, and he'd reassure me that no, I was the only romance in his life. And I'd believe him and things would go okay for a little while.
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"At least there's someone who loves me," I'd think to myself. "Someone who's completely honest with me."
Blind. Blind, blind, blind. I loved him, I trusted him more than anyone else in the world. Blind and stupid and trusting someone completely unworthy of it.
He told me I was the only one he was interested in, while he was raising his kids. His fucking _kids_.
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Besides, he was the more important one, obviously. He had a wife and children depending on him. I was obviously the expendable one. Obviously the one who should take the fall, if a fall need be taken. Why not?
I had, barely, enough self-awareness to realize that I was putting myself in danger with that line of thought. I told a few friends the things I would say if my mental state went too far south, and I am still ashamed with myself that I put that on them.
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So here I am now, four years later, scared to open the door and let anybody in, scared to look inside myself because my brain is a nest of trauma and regrets and pain, and unable to remember most of what happened for a year after I found out.
But surviving. Slowly but surely, one foot ahead of the other, surviving. Recovering as much as I can with time, trying to keep my thoughts from looping backward, which is all they want to do sometimes.
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@Soreth *hugs double plus extra soff and doesn't let go*
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And when everything fell apart and I finally found out he'd been married and raising kids and lying to me, obviously it had to be _me_ who was defective. Because he had a family, because I still loved him, he became the one who was okay. Everything was obviously my fault, due to my own lacks, my own faults, flaws. I trusted him, right? My gullibility. I waited too long to tell him I loved him. It was all my fault, I couldn't believe otherwise.