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i posted some earlier stuff that didn't really address the problem.
But here goes.
i married the,love of my life. 5 years later he joined the police.
before that he had just qualified as a quantity surveyor.
it could have been the making of us as is I had also just qualified as a chartered accountant.
but. And I mean but. He initially worked away for 14 weeks.
for those 14 weeks I was sh*tting myself. Sorry. But I didn't like being in the house by myself. I was scared. And I mean really scared. Any noise made me scream. And it was lots. So.... My ex said "have a big glass of wine to help you relax".
That was the start. That was the inevitable. Thta was the do what you want. Get p*ssed. Sleep. Anyway. I became the scared one. And he became the strong one (as in copper).OMG. That's another story. That's when the drinking started, following the "I am a copper and therefore I am God and can do what I like" and the "you may be a finance manager but you only push paper around so you're job is sh*t". So I did start to drink.
and I drank for a long time..
but, and I mean but. It can't have been that bad at that to me because I qualified as as an accountant.
BUT. I drank.
i drank a lot
i got p*ssed.
i did ridicululous things.
And I know, right now, that my peers, my friends, my parents, and bosses and anyone that matters, can see this but I don't care. I have nothing to hide.
i may have been abused, physically, mentally, sexually, psychologically, but that is not me. I a, stronger the. That. I will survive, I will "kill" the person that's did this to me,
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