
iftheworldwasending
My prayer is that when I die, all of hell rejoice.
- Sep 26, 2020
- 131
so per usual, i'm back when things get rough and i don't want to talk to anyone else. sometimes the only people i truly trust are on this website.
my ex and i broke up back in october. i went to a work party two nights ago and because we both work at the same company, he was there. we both had decent amount to drink and things escalated quickly when he started yelling at me in front of everyone, calling me a "nasty bitch" and a "fucking whore". i followed him back to his hotel room because i still love(d) him and he was visibly upset. when i got to his door, he opened it and shoved me so hard in the chest to cause me to spill my drink all over myself and now i'm left with fingerprint bruises on my collarbone.
he finally let me inside the room and when i sat down on his bed, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw me on the ground. i started crying because i was so caught off guard, to which he picked up his phone to film me and call me a psychopath, telling i made up the fight and if i was really so scared, i'd leave.
growing up with an abusive father and having the amount of ptsd i have, i wanted nothing but for him to say he made a mistake and to hold me, tell me he loves me and didn't mean it, so i stayed with him.
i feel like i'm overreacting or going crazy, i just don't know what to do. things like this make me want to stop my medicine and hope i get bad enough to the point where i can finally CTB and not have any sort of reservations about it anymore.
thanks for listening, SS.
my ex and i broke up back in october. i went to a work party two nights ago and because we both work at the same company, he was there. we both had decent amount to drink and things escalated quickly when he started yelling at me in front of everyone, calling me a "nasty bitch" and a "fucking whore". i followed him back to his hotel room because i still love(d) him and he was visibly upset. when i got to his door, he opened it and shoved me so hard in the chest to cause me to spill my drink all over myself and now i'm left with fingerprint bruises on my collarbone.
he finally let me inside the room and when i sat down on his bed, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw me on the ground. i started crying because i was so caught off guard, to which he picked up his phone to film me and call me a psychopath, telling i made up the fight and if i was really so scared, i'd leave.
growing up with an abusive father and having the amount of ptsd i have, i wanted nothing but for him to say he made a mistake and to hold me, tell me he loves me and didn't mean it, so i stayed with him.
i feel like i'm overreacting or going crazy, i just don't know what to do. things like this make me want to stop my medicine and hope i get bad enough to the point where i can finally CTB and not have any sort of reservations about it anymore.
thanks for listening, SS.