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eed for validation and love from the person being abused. Trauma bonding often happens in romantic r

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was nothing to him, he was my everything. I knew he had trauma bonded me to him when he slept with around with other women and still showed up to my home to sleep over night. I let him validate my feelings in how he missed me, he den

validation and sexual experiences from third parties. Why was not I good enough for him anymore. He would get so mad, and we would start arguing, he would rile me into an anger and then tell me I was crazy or unstable because I was Borderline with Bipolar disorder. His favorite line to use on me that day was "How dare you go behind my back to

ne out of my way for this." I was crushed by that. I honestly thought that I was in the wrong, and I blamed myself during the entire fight. He distanced me, isolated me, and made me feel alone in my own t

ght I was making him happy, I thought that was the way to make him happy was to let him express himself. However, all it did to me was make me question it all. When he was not answering me for hours at a time the thoughts of if he were with someone else would creep in. Why wasn't I good enough for him? Was

snake his hand around my neck and all the oxygen was gone from my lungs. I would have to fight just so my windpipe was not crushed behind the weight of his hands. All the while I would hear "What's wrong butterfly, can

ount on how many times I waited up for him, and he would never say anything to me until later in the night that something had come up. When I brought it up to him, I'd get into trouble and told "This is why I don't make plans with you. You always think there is something else going on. I had this to take care of. I was tired. I went to sleep" I would have no idea that what he was doing was worse than sleeping arou

the couch where we had slept together many times. His scent on the clinging to the fabric as if he were right there with me. I would find myself holding the blanket I bought for him because it was all I had to hold close while he was off doing God knows what with God knows who. I would spe

out of an abusive relationship it was 'New' to him to have someone who was as accepting and understanding. It was different and he did not know how to handle it, but in the same instance he would tell me there was so much sexual chemistry between us and ho

at he deserved. I held him as often as he let me and never once asked for anything in return for it. My love was not delicate, because I kne

f down as far as you could go to be with him. I had reached into the darkest parts of myself to be able to connect with him and be what and who he needed. I had used the last of my light to keep his light going. For you to get a better idea of this, I must start from the beginning. Back to when