by R
(FLA)
Frustration
I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by writing this on here, but I really need the help. And maybe with your advice and to know that I may not be the only one going through this I might get a sigh of relief.
I really don't know where to start or where to go to get help because I really can't take it any more.
I am a 24 year old woman dating a 30 year old man for the past year and some odd months. After more or less one year is where our relationship started getting really bad. We are to the point where we fight almost every day, not only in person but over the phone. We do not live together nor are we married.
I have always had a self esteem issue ever since I was little and I have not been able to get rid of it. I have a few failing relationships and this one has topped the charts. Never in my life have I been called so many things.
Starting our relationship, I would enjoy telling him things about my past, thinking that I was doing good, but boy was I wrong. He judged me for taking pictures in a semi-innapropriate way (not completely nude). I thought that by this I would have this great career in modeling and again I was wrong. He brings it up every chance he gets. When he gets angry he tends to say things and later change them or simply apologize or act like nothing happened.
I have been called stupid and ridiculous, and told that I "never will amount to anything." He says that I don't have an education, I don't have morals, and that I am a disrespectful person because I hang up the phone on him when he starts talking this way. He has pretty much insinuated that I have been a slut because of the way men have treated me in my past relationships, and that he never made that mistake in his life. And the best one of all is, he tells me I "don't value the type of man that I have next to me." I am not very romantic (and he wonders why). I have explained to him that I do not like him talking to me this way and all he says is that he is telling me the truth to my face and I need to listen to it.
Simply put, this is not the way that I was brought up in life. I do not feel the need to insult or call the person that you love or care about stupid or any other obscene things just because you are telling them the truth. We have sometimes played around in a rough manner and then things end up not in the best way. There has been an instant where we pushed each other around and literaly almost ate each other alive.
There was a time where I had a male friend that I had known before send me a text with a smiling face. My boyfriend asked me where I met him, how long I knew him, if I ever went out with him, and if he would kiss me on the cheek. All of those things made the conversation get heated and he called me a slut and m-f and I slapped him in the face. We were in my car at the time. He was going to take me home or actually leave me to drive my car and him walk or take a cab home. I couldn't let him go. I don't know why but I simply couldn't. On another occasion, we were leaving to go on a road trip and an argument started and all of a sudden for some reason he didn't like what I had to say, and he spit in my face.
So many stories and so little time to mention all of them. I have been to a psychologist once and a therapist a few times, taken medication for drinking numerous amounts of pills at a time. I was considered to be in a deep depression stage at that time, and I'm falling back into it now.
But I am constantly fighting back, fighting to defend myself and speak. He just tells me that if what I had to say made any sense he would hear me out, but he simply doesn't want to listen.
I have always been this fun person surrounded by friends and family. I would go out to clubs, house parties with friends, dinner and movies, bowling, pool, so on and so forth. Now I don't have friends, I barely go out and whenever I have something to do I don't do it because it bothers him. I feel like he has taken me from the things that I love to do but he just says that he does not control me at all and would never control me. I don't know what else to do.
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