BigDunc'sFod
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This ended up being really long. But please, spare 5 minutes. Read my story.
I'll try to stick to the important points but I have to go back a few years. I had just graduated university and got a job. I had about a 90 minute commute from my parent's house to work...so living there didn't last long. I found a relatively cheap flat closer to work and made the move.
My girlfriend at the time was fuming. She felt like I was leaving her, abandoning her...even though I was moving less than an hour away. Eventually when the anger wore off she started spending more and more time at my place. More and more of her things were left, and eventually it was "doesn't it just make sense to live together??" I caved. I wasn't ready to..but I caved. We had only been dating for a year but she convinced me. I think back to that moment almost every day and wonder how much better my life could be if I just said no.
We ended up living together for 2 years. In the beginning things were alright. Then she started bringing home pets without asking me..started expecting me to do her laundry, pick up after her. My friends were out having fun. I was 22 years old and scooping cat s**t. I was paying all the rent. I was being totally taken advantage of but I was too weak to stick up for myself. My two best friends moved in with each other in a different part of the state. I felt alone...but I had her. And the thought I had daily was 'just stick with her, because that's all you have'
Things kept getting worse. I would get woken up by being screamed at. By being jumped on. On one occasion, by being punched. "Where's my laundry??" and all sorts of stuff like that. I couldn't sleep in my own apartment. During this time I still had things going for me..I was doing well at work and got into graduate school. But I still knew my living situation was deteriorating and I knew I was too weak to fix it. That sounds really pathetic but it was a scary time - leaving university and going out into the world on my own. I was going to cling to her no matter what. There were always apologies. There were always smiles afterwards. But the next day was always the same as the one before. I was depressed. (Didn't help that also during this time, Everton were absolutely dreadful)
After about 18 of the 24 months we lived together, I got a new job. I had done well at work but the only spot they had for me was across the country and I couldn't do that. There was a small salary bump with my new job but my commute was back up to 2 hours. 1 hour driving, 1 hour on the train..each way. You can imagine how that went over. "You shouldn't do that! You can't do that! Just quit and find something else!" I took the job anyway. I left my friends from my last job behind and I felt even more alone.
There were more fights. Every step of the way, I knew what was happening, but I put up with it. I stuck with it. I knew I had to get out, but I couldn't. I had graduate level coursework, 4 hours of daily travel, and a new job to get up to speed with. I was sleep deprived. I was depressed. I was living with an abusive girlfriend. But I had this notion that I was loved and that she was all I had. So I stuck with it.
I don't like admitting that I did this but one day I felt like I had a reason to. I looked at her phone.
I found texts to her friend talking about the awesome sex she had the night before with some guy. If this has ever happened to you, you know how absolutely awful it is. I felt like I was hit by a truck. I confronted her. She turned it around on me - that it was my fault and that I was so pathetic....etc. etc.
Amazingly, I didn't kick her out. We fell asleep that night in the same bed. I thought it was easier to find a way to cope than to be alone. She almost made me take myself out but she told me I deserved it. I couldn't believe the one person who was meant to be there for me through it all had just done what she did.
We lived together for 2 weeks after that happened. For a 3-5 day period, I had serious thoughts about ending it. I'd feel the adrenaline rush when I was waiting for the train, I'd take a step towards it, but stop...and when it passed by I felt like it was hitting me. One day my colleague saw me walk past my car and head towards a tall tower on the edge of the car park and asked if I needed a ride. I don't know if he saved me that day. He might have.
In that 3 day window, I did something I never did before and something I'll never do again. I left myself 4 shallow, but visible, scars on my left arm. Again, if you've ever been there, you know how terrible it is. You're so hurt emotionally that you have to express it physically. But of course, it only makes things worse.
Eventually I saved myself. I moved out about 6 months ago. I now live literally next door to work. I'm exercising, I'm playing football, I'm cheering on the mighty blues every weekend. Work is going well. I still have some tough days... but we all do. The sun has come out.
And I've found someone new.
I realize that it sounds like I'm not ready for a relationship again. I realize that it hasn't been very long. I realize that to all of you reading, it sounds like I need more time to work on myself. But this girl is perfect for me. She runs, like I do, she does the same job that I do, and she's as passionate about football as I am. This is an American girl living in the USA (I'm also American) who KNOWS who Everton are. We've hung out for about a month now, and although we're taking it slow (she knows I just got out of a relationship but not the details), we've started making out and saying "I miss you" and things like that. It feels real. I know I should wait longer (should I?) but this feels like a girl I can't pass up. I don't want to wait just to wait...and have her get away.
I was in a very dark place not that long ago. But I feel like when I moved out and left my ex behind, everything became ok again. My ex and I don't talk anymore and I'm totally over her.
What's my next move with this new girl? How much does she need to know? When does she need to know it? She, like others, will see my scars soon when the weather gets nicer. I'm putting medication on them but results aren't guaranteed. How do I explain them to someone without scaring them away? I am a nice, normal person who let a terrible situation beat them temporarily. But I overcame it in the end. What do I do now?
Thank you for reading. Any thoughts or advice is greatly appreciated.
Mate,
If you're right for each other AND this is the right time for you both, she will not only understand but will be happy to slow things down a little.
That being said, don't be afraid to enjoy this for what it is, which is a nice, new and exciting relationship with someone who isn't a psycho. It either lasts or it doesn't but you can still enjoy it even if it's not on the cards for the next 60 years.
Best of luck