He won’t let me. To this day, he continues to torture me. No, he doesn’t lay a hand on me, but the torture continues.
How did I get trapped in my own damn house?
There’s no escape.
And even if I did, I have no where to go…
He won’t let me. To this day, he continues to torture me. No, he doesn’t lay a hand on me, but the torture continues.
How did I get trapped in my own damn house?
There’s no escape.
And even if I did, I have no where to go…
I just don’t know if I can put into words what happened last night.
What I can say, is THAT was a part of my life I thought was over.
I’m having problems with this “allow myself” thing. I clearly don’t have control of what he does or what he says.
Oh sure, I told him to leave. Exactly how do I make him leave?
I could leave myself, yeah right… By doing what?
He is bigger and stronger and WHAT good comes from physical confrontation, Mom vs Dad infront of the kids. I won’t do it.
How am I allowing this to happen? I have no fucking choice over what is happenning.
I don’t want responses here. Don’t tell me all the things YOU would do.
YOU are not ME.
I don’t want sympathy, I don’t want ideas, I don’t want anything.
I’m just writing my feelings down.