Just A Life Situation / Love Problem

The Story

I don't know where to start, there is complete chaos in my head, as well as in my life. I'm even afraid that someone will recognize me in this story. I wondered for a long time whether to sit down and share my torments, here the day came. I have been engaged for 10 years, we met when I was entering puberty. While I was still at school, I was happy to see a prince on a white horse, I was proud to be able to keep a person by my side for so long, things were perfect. He wanted to be non-stop with me, and I love him so much and I was very happy. Every free minute was set aside for him, so it is to this day ... but I'm not happy anymore. Over the years, it slowly began to change, and in a way that I did not notice. I don't know if I was blind, but looking back, I see the red flags. In short, I don't know how this connection still exists, if it can be called a connection at all. First, he separated me from my friends very lightly, then he began to complain about some stupid things, e.g. : makeup, clothes, jewelry, etc., and suddenly, a few years later, I realized I shouldn't be here. You will say "well, go away", I did it many times, and every time it was a circus, threats, quarrels, he threatened to kill me if I dared to leave him again. He didn't hit me, but the mental harassment is very severe. It hangs on my head, it knows all my passwords without me even giving consent, and so on. Complaints and police did not help because "there was no evidence." I'm scared. The problem: I don't know why, am I crazy, am I masochistic, but I still love him and I'm still in love with him and I can't stand it. I had so many different ideas about our future. I'm so emotionally hurt that I'm starting to think that no one will like me, or I will not like anyone. But every day I dream of a peaceful and good life, to have a child, to have a family, to build a home, to have a career. I have saved you many things, but for my part, I have always tried to be perfect, not to cause unnecessary scandals and problems. I wanted to share because there is no one. To complain, death is called. Thank you! :)

Last Updated
August 27, 2020
Author:
nationalscienceandmediamuseum

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