Kai-tan
19-10-2009, 10:38 PM
I'm not even sure where to begin. I just...I have to tell someone.
I'm so happy with my life except these two ****ing women.
One is my fiance's ex-girlfriend. The other is his mother.
When I met him, his house was still coated in his ex's stuff. Her panties, nail polish, bras, ****ing lube she used for sex, everything. He didn't realize that this was hurtful. I was too shy to say anything. But it hurt so bad.
Then he had me gather her things for her so she could pick them up because he was at work. I folded everything nicely and put it all into bags...and then proceeded to sit down and cry my eyes out. I was so afraid of his house. Everywhere I went, her **** was there. I spent so much time just cleaning up the messes she made. I could never get anything clean. The pantry was full of mold. I hated it. We cleaned it all out and threw it away before we moved. But we missed a plate. That was about 9 months ago. And I still can't let it go. I hate that girl so much. She cheated on him twelve times. He was silly enough to get a ring for her, thinking marriage would make her stop it. But he finally threw her out about a month before I met him. Just not her stuff...
Most times I can deal with it. Especially if he's with me. I forget she exists. But then when I'm alone (I'm alone 8 hours for 5 days every week) I wander back to it. And I'm SO happy other times. She just...creeps in. And I can see her dirty undergarments and I just feel like screaming. I'm not over it. I don't think I'll ever be over it. I hate her so much for hurting him and her **** for making this so hard on me.
And his mother is a lunatic. She talked to me about his ex, told me I was like her in some ways but not others. She's just plain awful.
A couple weeks ago she sent him pictures. Of everyone in the family but me. I told him that hurt. So he told her. She said she had them lying around, that's all. She gave them to us in a package with the damn receipt in. So he called and said that lying wasn't okay. And she proceeded to tell him it was my fault that I was petty just like his ex.
That just...compounded all that I've dealt with. I lost it. I haven't been okay since. Some days I just curl up and scream into my pillow. They're less like women and more like demons that haunt me. I can't get them to go away. I found the plate we'd missed and broke it and hurt myself with it. It's been causing me to have issues with my ED when I was almost recovered. It gets to the point where all I can do is self-harm and throw up to make myself feel better until he gets home from work. And it disappoints him so much when he comes home and finds me hurt. I'm afraid it's gonna wreck our relationship.
And I hate it. I'm so happy and healthy otherwise. I don't want them to be responsible for screwing things up when they're so perfect otherwise!
I'm so happy with my life except these two ****ing women.
One is my fiance's ex-girlfriend. The other is his mother.
When I met him, his house was still coated in his ex's stuff. Her panties, nail polish, bras, ****ing lube she used for sex, everything. He didn't realize that this was hurtful. I was too shy to say anything. But it hurt so bad.
Then he had me gather her things for her so she could pick them up because he was at work. I folded everything nicely and put it all into bags...and then proceeded to sit down and cry my eyes out. I was so afraid of his house. Everywhere I went, her **** was there. I spent so much time just cleaning up the messes she made. I could never get anything clean. The pantry was full of mold. I hated it. We cleaned it all out and threw it away before we moved. But we missed a plate. That was about 9 months ago. And I still can't let it go. I hate that girl so much. She cheated on him twelve times. He was silly enough to get a ring for her, thinking marriage would make her stop it. But he finally threw her out about a month before I met him. Just not her stuff...
Most times I can deal with it. Especially if he's with me. I forget she exists. But then when I'm alone (I'm alone 8 hours for 5 days every week) I wander back to it. And I'm SO happy other times. She just...creeps in. And I can see her dirty undergarments and I just feel like screaming. I'm not over it. I don't think I'll ever be over it. I hate her so much for hurting him and her **** for making this so hard on me.
And his mother is a lunatic. She talked to me about his ex, told me I was like her in some ways but not others. She's just plain awful.
A couple weeks ago she sent him pictures. Of everyone in the family but me. I told him that hurt. So he told her. She said she had them lying around, that's all. She gave them to us in a package with the damn receipt in. So he called and said that lying wasn't okay. And she proceeded to tell him it was my fault that I was petty just like his ex.
That just...compounded all that I've dealt with. I lost it. I haven't been okay since. Some days I just curl up and scream into my pillow. They're less like women and more like demons that haunt me. I can't get them to go away. I found the plate we'd missed and broke it and hurt myself with it. It's been causing me to have issues with my ED when I was almost recovered. It gets to the point where all I can do is self-harm and throw up to make myself feel better until he gets home from work. And it disappoints him so much when he comes home and finds me hurt. I'm afraid it's gonna wreck our relationship.
And I hate it. I'm so happy and healthy otherwise. I don't want them to be responsible for screwing things up when they're so perfect otherwise!