Editor’s Note: This is another email from the Lovefraud reader whom we’re calling “Adelle.” She previously contributed, Are you seeing someone else?
I finally left my SP and like the alka-seltzer commercial used to say, “Oh what a relief it is.” My decision to leave was made a long time ago. Today I thought to myself, “Why didn’t I do this sooner?”
I didn’t do it sooner because of fear, of course. I had so many “What Ifs?” I never questioned whether it was in my best interest, I knew it was. The “What Ifs?” were in reference to him. What if he contacts my friends and tries to make me look bad? What if he does damage to my car so that I can’t get around? What if he hacks my email and starts sending emails pretending it’s me? What if he hacks my FB and post nasty things on my page? What if he tries to drain my bank account?
What if he makes good on his word and kills me like he threatened to do if I ever left?
This isn’t living
I recall thinking one day, “I’m already dead.” This isn’t living—living in fear that he may do all these things. I’m depressed, I’m fearful, I’ve lost touch with my friends, I’m angry, hurt, disappointed, I can’t even think straight and this is exactly how he wants me!
So I thought, if I leave and he kills me, well, I wasn’t living anyway, so no loss. But what if I leave and I LIVE! What if my depression goes away, what if I find joy again, what if I can concentrate again? What if I find color in life again? How about that for an IF?
It’s worth the risk, I thought! I did it; I took the risk; and I found a rainbow! He did all the IF’s I feared, but in that decision, in that finding of a colorful life I also lost something. I lost the fear of what ifs. There are friends whom I’ve contacted and have not heard from; my first thought is, “He called them and fed them some lies and they don’t want to talk to me!” I don’t know if that is the case but if it is, I cannot change that. Just as I could not change him and his ways, some things are out of my control and it is well with my soul!
The only power I have is over myself; the first realization of my power was when I acted on my decision, my decision to get out of the STORM because that’s what my life with him felt like, a STORM!
I think most of us have made the decision that we need to leave, that it is in our best interest; but we have a lot of IFS.
A rainbow after the storm
I never understood the “NO CONTACT RULE” like I do now. We need to retrieve our concentration, when we can’t think straight we cannot make good decisions. As long as we remain with the SP he will fill our minds with threats, confusion, nonsense, dirt, mud!
When we have a hurricane and a mandatory evacuation, many people obey; they leave. I’m sure as they drive out of town they wonder; “What if we lose everything, how will we start over?” Nonetheless their priority is to save Self and Family, they will figure the rest out later. Can you imagine them in the middle of the storm, with the winds at 100 mph tearing their roof off, windows breaking, the waters rising over their head, sirens all over the town, the cries of panic, with all this and the task of planning out their new beginning? How successful would they be at planning this new beginning?
Is your soul crying out to you “Evacuate?” Are the IF’s holding you back?
Get out of the storm, the muddy pit that you are in! You will blossom; you will find that what was meant to harm you will only make you stronger. You are now wiser because of this experience; if you do some careful soul searching you will not only learn about other people but much about yourself as well. Be careful not to be so hard on yourself, yes you may have made some mistakes, some bad decisions that landed you in this relationship. Like the old hymn says, “I once was lost but now I’m found, I once was blind but now I see.”
My hope is to encourage you, to share my experience and give you that hope, that inspiration that you are looking for! If you feel your SP is very serious about doing you harm, take legal action (I have) and plan your EVACUATION carefully, you will know when it’s time, you will know when you are ready to blossom!
Today, I don’t think quite the same, I don’t think who cares if he kills me, today I value my life, I will do everything I can to protect myself, because the difference is that NOW I am living! The storm is gone and life is full of color again, yes after a storm ”¦ there is a rainbow!
Thanks for the article in the NY Times Sky. It was a good article. I often think about who would put up with some of Grand’s little quirks. Sometimes I have all I can do to “go with the flow”.
Thanks Strongawoman,
I think I missed my calling as a stand up comic! LOL Sometimes my humor is a bit of “gallows humor” (laughing when I feel like crying!) but a laugh is better I think when there is nothing else you can do except laugh at yourself or your situation!
The first six months I was on loveFraud that “summer of chaos” I spent 20 hours a day hunched over my computer “whistling in the dark” and crying.It is a wonder I didn’t drown my computer.
Athena,
yep, another revolution of the sun begins tomorrow for Skylar. Oh wait, that’s tonight… I was born at midnight. I’ll break out the tequila and start posting right after 12AM…
🙂
😉
Oxy
You do have the ability to turn a phrase. Think you should keep a log. “a wonder you didn’t drown your computer”. Amen dear friend. I do so empathize about the crying. I thought I’d never stop b/c crying did not relieve my grief.
Finally one day, I decided to stop waiting for my grief to dissipate. I wanted the hurt that caused the grief to stop. From that day on, I pursued the remedy.
scratchin head here, No one ever get’s to see what could of been, do they?
What guy said “the saddest words of tongue or pen are “it might have been.” ? That’s true….but you know I am glad sometimes that I don’t have to see what MIGHT HAVE BEEN….I prefer what IS.
Sky ~ Happy Birthday (after midnight) ~ mine is the next day ! I’ll share that tequila with you, you can have the worm !!!
Hens ~ Ebenezer Scrooge got to see what could have been with the ghost of Christmas Future. He changed, apparently he was not a spath.
Yea, happy birthday to both of you, Milo and Sky!!!!! The days go slow and the years go fast!
o sky o milo happy birthday 2 u 2
LOL! funny Hens! You’re a poet!
thanks Milo and Oxy. Cheers and Happy BDay Milo!
I shoulda known you were a capricorn, Milo. Did the last 2 years seem like one earth shaking catastrophe after another to you? Pluto was in Capricorn. It’s gone now, things should settle.