I Have Been Abused
I have been dealing with this fact trepidatiously for the past week. Some days I'll be fine and others I'll feel like yelling at the world. I'm angry, and not even at him. Some days I'll just start crying. Nothing triggers it but the pain I feel when trying to get up out of a chair. It's been a month now, and it still reminds me of him. Although I know what I'm supposed to believe, I still blame myself for much of what happened, and it hurts...
I know that I was smarter than that. I should've loved myself more. I should've stopped it sooner. But then I also have to remind myself that it never should've began in the first place. It's not my fault. I'm not responsible for his behaviors and the way that he decided to respond to his distaste for me. He is an adult. A 6'4", 30 year old man, who should've been able to control his emotions and not let them blow up in my face, my neck, my tailbone, my spirit.
I could've been stronger in the past. I could've spoken up for myself sooner. But I have now, and I guess I can be proud of that.
I know that I was smarter than that. I should've loved myself more. I should've stopped it sooner. But then I also have to remind myself that it never should've began in the first place. It's not my fault. I'm not responsible for his behaviors and the way that he decided to respond to his distaste for me. He is an adult. A 6'4", 30 year old man, who should've been able to control his emotions and not let them blow up in my face, my neck, my tailbone, my spirit.
I could've been stronger in the past. I could've spoken up for myself sooner. But I have now, and I guess I can be proud of that.