I can't believe I am free. I was with my ex-fiance for 8 years and
suffered at the hands of his cruel torments, naming, shaming and
blaming. I forgot who I was for a long time. It wasn't until I was
humiliated in public so harshly that I decided enou...
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I can't believe I am free. I was with my ex-fiance for 8 years and
suffered at the hands of his cruel torments, naming, shaming and
blaming. I forgot who I was for a long time. It wasn't until I was
humiliated in public so harshly that I decided enough was enough. As a
child, growing up I came from a broken home. I was lucky to have my Dad
and Stepmum who loved and supported me. My mother was cruel,
manipulative and destructive... but she sucked me in. It was during my
early twenties and living with my mother that I realised I needed out
and it was then that I met my ex-fiance. He was charming, nice,
complimented me and made me feel special. This was the first alarming
sign I should have seen.. but I was so wrapped up in the honeymoon
period I didn't listen to my "gut". Once we moved in together, the abuse
began. He would tell me that my family never loved me, that he was the
only one who could look after me, nurture me etc. He told me I was dumb,
stupid, worthless and nothing without him. He controlled what I wore,
who I saw, where I went. I started losing my self confidence and my
ability to converse with others. I was terrified to talk to other people
or accept invitations because he would harass me, text me all night or
ask people to "look out for me". I felt like I was constantly watched. 3
years later I left him... but I wasn't strong enough. I cried for weeks
and felt more alone than ever. I took him back and endured another 5
years of hell. This time round, he didn't control who I talked to or
saw.. but he diminished my existence and self worth. He used violence
and blackmail to get what he wanted. He threatened to hurt my family,
friends and co-workers. Work was my only sanctuary. After getting
engaged, I realised I couldn't marry him. The proposal wasn't romantic
at all, it felt as though it was an effort on his behalf to make me
stay. He stopped listening to me and dictated every part of my life. The
public humiliation was the last straw.. so I left for work... returned
home after he had left and grabbed the clothes on my back. I drove for 2
days and back in the care of my family.. I am free! I have inner peace
and after extensive research on narcissistic abuse I realise how much of
a fool I was... how he sucked me in. My aim on here is to talk to others
about it. The more we talk about it.. the less control the abuser has. I
hope my story gives others inspiration to leave.. it was the best thing
I have ever done!