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What a day!!!

Yesterday I had a down day. If I had his number still I would have rang him. Crazy how I still seek happiness from the very person who has destroyed me! I was super tired though and slept quite well.

Today I’ve had back to back appointments and then bumped into him in the supermarket in the evening!! Omg I wasn’t prepared! Of all the places to bump into a sofa surfer like him .. a bloody supermarket shopping for groceries with his equally as vile mate!

So this morning I had a visit from the domestic abuse team and it was good to talk. As much as I don’t like talk talk talking about it , I like talking to people who are in agreement with me and are knowledgeable about the area. ‘Yes domestic abuse’ and ‘yes that’s control.’ Without that and without my writing and reading I spiral again into wanting him. Missing him too!. Talking with professionals, reading books around the area and my writing is what reinforces in my mind that NO this has not been right and not been right EVER. To just say oh he calls me a slag, takes my house keys and is late home doesn’t really have the same effect unless you go into the full story. He really is a text book abusive man!

I then had a meeting with a life coach. Very interesting, he asked me when was the last time I felt truly happy. I couldn’t answer! I literally don’t know! I’ll speak more of this another day.

The afternoon I had something quite intense and emotionally draining to attend which I rather not go into at the moment maybe in the future when I am ready.

On the way home I pop into Asda to grab some milk, toilet roll, custard and sticky toffee pudding… you know essentials! First I see his mate, he went to smile at me, I looked at him cold. All I could think was ‘omg’ and I’m glad I looked good! Lol. I wanted to just get out the supermarket, then I saw him at the checkouts packing some shopping! Shit!! I got to self service and scanned my 4 items quickly hoping he didn’t see me with my back to him. I add my 5p bag and start packing. Then he’s there!!! ‘No need to jump’ he said. I’m feeling anxious, scared almost… scared of my mind and the manipulation. He’s soft and kind. Asking me when can we talk, what is there to talk about?! Lots he says, I want to say sorry. I tell him that he’s said sorry and ask him what is he sorry for. I want to know, I want to hear him say it. Hear him admit to the abuse he’s done and the trauma he’s caused me. He’s putting his hand on my waist. What is he doing??? He’s in my personal space. He tells me that I’m looking well, ‘I know’ I say. I had to be strong, he asks when can he see baby, asks me to ring him so we can talk, asks what I’m doing weekend. I explain he needs to go through social worker and I’m out all weekend. Gosh he won’t like that, he has no control on that one!!

I’m gutted. Wish it never came to this. Wish it never never got so bad. Blame myself again, maybe if I placed more boundaries or wasn’t so accessible every time he did me wrong. Maybe if we had just had a break, like a proper one. Months maybe years. I need to focus! It’s not my fault, and a man like him won’t ever change!

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Seeing things more clearly ..

I’ve had a good day and I’m even feeling ok about being alone tonight. I went into town earlier and I bought a few items. Crazy how just shopping can bring back nasty vile memories of the man I was insanely in love with.

Bin bags! Yes bin bags … I remember buying a cheaper brand and they weren’t very good. Despite explaining that he should put less rubbish in them, every single time he realised it was a crap bin bag I was blamed for buying cheap shit. Huffing and puffing and aggressive in nature whilst he spills rubbish all over the floor. Even if he wasn’t directly blaming me he sure as hell did a good job in indirectly making me feel like I had done something wrong yet again! Same with washing up gloves, they were thrown in the bin for being disgusting and he often told me I couldn’t wash up. I didn’t ever do it right. Then when the washing up built up he would scream out that clearly he’s the only one who ever washes up around here. Anything he could find to abuse me he would.

I also bought baby a pumpkin outfit for Halloween. It’s just a bit of fun. Last year I bought her a witch outfit, phoning her dad to tell him was never my intention to end in a row. I was screamed at for never listening to him and that his daughter can’t celebrate Halloween. He told me to get off his fucking phone and somehow the conversation developed into a slamming match regarding me not putting him on her birth certificate. A new mum excited about a little outfit I had bought ended in tears pain and anger. Everything that reminds me of him is literally poison. Any happy memory will also correlate with a bad one. Why did I put up with it so much??

I had a conversation with a graphic designer today, I am really excited about my book. I actually spoke to her about my situation without any tears. This is so positive. I am healing!

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I’ll do what it takes!

Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I have a court date to apply to a judge for a non-molestation order against my ex abuser. I’m finally doing something I have threatened to do for so long.

I tried to be amicable with him but the manipulation and control was still rife. Trying to end a relationship with a narcissist and remain in contact is not possible, I know this now. Any relationship that ends is difficult and often painful but ending one with a narcissist is something else. When normal relationships come to an end there are often many moments you can look back on and smile. Saviour the memories, feel sad it may be over but recovery is an easier process. When a relationship ends with a narcissist there are few happy memories, the majority tainted by bad and ugly visions repeating inside your head.

This isn’t getting over a relationship it’s getting over trauma.

Narcissists will not easily give up their narcissistic supply, they feed off the attention you give them and the admiration, they gloat that despite how badly they have treated you they can still convince you that everything will be ok. A single conversation is enough for a narcissist to get back under your skin. They make it impossible to not feel trapped, they still control, they still abuse and they still think they have rights over you! Abusive to the core in a desperate attempt to make out that in fact it was all brought on myself, I should have expected it. I deserved it! That he would have given me his whole world should I had been better to him. Even just last week he carried on trying to soothe me and sweeten me ‘I’ve fucked up, there’s something wrong with me. I need you!’ He explains. ‘Let me take you out for a drink’ he calmly said, a drink? He’s fucking crazy!

There will be no drinks, there will be no phone calls and there will be no contact! Tomorrow is a good day!

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No contact is the only way..

It is exactly a year later after the first attempt at ending the relationship. I know outsiders just never never understood why I kept going back. Why should they? He does the unthinkable. He is violent, he cheats, he doesn’t make me happy but yet I continued to allow him into my life.

In the immediate aftermath it is critical to go no contact, Ive attempted this before but it has never lasted. Facing up to and admitting all the painful, humiliating and difficult things during the relationship I have always found worse when trying to go it alone. Like a drug I explain this part as the come down, desperate for my fix, desperate for my next hit and despite the fact he is the same drug that has made me feel so bad for so long I crave that drug to bring me back up, not even caring that I KNOW I’ll have the same come down in the not so distant future. Narcissists will not easily give up their narcissistic supply, they feed off the attention you give them, the admiration, they gloat that despite how badly they have treated you you will still go back. Even a single conversation is enough for a narcissist to get back under your skin. After every major blow (and there has been a lot) the phone calls were always the same. Abusive to the core in a desperate attempt to make out that in fact it was all brought on my self, I should have expected it. I deserved it! Then when that fails he’ll try everything to make you agree to see him. He used money a lot, told me he had some money for me. Either money he owed me or money for a contribution for his baby, just last week he attempted the same. Let me take you out for a drink he calmly said, a drink? He’s fucking crazy!

This is the fourth time in a year I have changed my number. Changing my number is only as good as I allow it to be. I have to make sure I don’t ring him too, even texts from me would fuel his narcissism and I am now 4 days post any kind of contact. I know how it would go if I was to speak to him, ‘this is fucking killing me,’ ‘I fucked up,’ ‘no one will ever be as good as you.’ He’s in the past managed to FaceTime me, uses that he wants to see baby but will direct the conversation at me. ‘I’ve fucking missed you’ ‘look at you, you’re absolutely beautiful’ ‘there’s something wrong with me’ and ‘I’m not letting you go again.’ The interesting use of words are assumptive that he still has me, even allowing a conversation makes him sure that I’m not going anywhere. Then when I’ve seen him, the kind caring empath in me cradles him like a baby when he seems scared lost and alone. ‘I thought I fucking lost you.’ He whispers with tears in his eyes. Before I know it he’s back under my skin.

Trying to end a relationship with a narcissist and remain in contact is not possible. Any relationship that ends is difficult and often painful but ending one with a narcissist is something else. When normal relationships come to an end there are often many moments you can look back on and smile. Saviour the memories, feel sad it may be over but recovery is an easier process. When a relationship ends with a narcissist there are few happy memories, the majority tainted by bad and ugly visions going on in your head. The only memory I have where I see myself smiling, laughing, feeling excited, genuinely happy and content are in a prison visiting room. Even that obviously has a negative connection, every other memory is dark, twisted and damaging!

This isn’t getting over a relationship it’s getting over a warfare.

Keeping in contact is only continuing that cycle of abuse. He’ll continue to control you, continue to put you down, continue with false promises and fantasies. Lord forbid when you remind him that you’re not actually together you’ll be a slag, a dirty girl desperate for attention. He convinced himself that I was never loyal anyway, he doesn’t want a woman like me, and over his dead body will he allow me to be in town every weekend. He made it clear if I moved on he’d ‘smack me up’, if his daughter ever saw another man around my house he’d do even worse. Then in his next breath he’d say that he needs to come see me, when I decline that offer the abuse begins again and instead of terminating the call I fuel it and I end up begging him to come and that I’m the one who is sorry.

In person the abuse was worse, he’d speak to me like a child. Educate me on how to be a mother, then when I explain that I do a pretty good job without him around I have a long lecture how I can never be told, never accept I am wrong and he should be able to talk to the mother of his child about anything!! He’ll go on and on and on until I’m in tears through frustration, I’m then called weak and pathetic and laughed at because I always play the victim. ‘No one feels sorry for you Kerry,’ he gloats. Then in the next breath he’s hugging me and touching me, using all his charm to caress me and seduce me. Saying no doesn’t go down well with a narcissist, I’ve attempted it many times. More abuse, often violence where I’ll try and push him off me. It’s easier to just give in and allow him to enter my body than deal with the crap for saying no.

I may not even see him for days at a time but that doesn’t stop him from believing he has every right to go through my phone, I often hid it when he turned up. Even words like ‘I miss you’ have a damaging effect on me. Miss me ? Love me? Just makes me angry!! The last assault was because I didn’t want to leave him my house keys when I went to work. Just 10 days prior to that he did the same even took my glasses off ready to hit my face. He wins. He has the control. He has a warped opinion that tells me that it is his daughters house therefore he can come ANYTIME he likes.

Saying no to a narcissist never never ends well, so you find yourself plodding along. He takes this as his golden ticket to continue sleeping with you, continue the control and continue the disrespect.

No contact is the only way!