Seven Years

(Post 8 of 9)

I was with F for almost 7 years.

I stayed with him because I loved him. I stayed with him because I gave him my word and didn't want to be someone that went back on their word. I stayed with him because I didn't think I deserved more.

While writing about F, I also reflected and read over past entries about P and TexasBoy, the other two significant "relationships" of my life. Relationships is in quotations because we were never in actual relationships. I wanted to be with both of them, but they didn't want to be with me, not really be with me. They only enjoyed the sexual pleasure they received from me.

With P, with TexasBoy, with F, it was always the same...if I proved myself to them, they would want me; they would love me. I just had to try harder so they could see my worth. The outcome was always the same, they didn't want me and I ended up heartbroken.

F was an extreme case, but I do believe he loved me at one point and that's what scared him. In the beginning, things he said made it clear that he didn't think he deserved love, that he wouldn't have a happily ever after. And that made me want to show him even more that I loved him, that he had earned my love. And he just used it against me.

The more I excused and justified his behavior, the more I destroyed myself. I allowed him to destroy me. I wanted so much to be loved, to be accepted.

Towards the end with F, I had resigned myself to being alone. I would be locked into this toxic relationship with him because of my promise and the stupid tattoo. I was bound to him. He would never let me go. I still fear him reaching out, but I think I'm free from him.

For the last four years, I have been afraid to admit he was abusive; afraid to admit I was in an abusive relationship. I was so ashamed. But now, writing the words, letting this all out, gives me strength. I didn't deserve what he did to me. I didn't deserve to be threatened and made to feel like this.

When I started working out, I started to feel better about myself. Working out gave me a confidence I had lost a long time ago and I think that helped me be more defiant with him. I will never be thin, but I will be strong.