… I finally talked about my abusive exboyfriend. I told him everything, the physical and sexual abuse. I was shaking and my voice was weird but I gathered the strenght to talk about it.
He was great, told me that that exboyfriend was less than trash and that the good thing was that now I have a radar that allows me to not go into that kind of relationship anymore.
And you know what? I am stronger now, I’m still afraid of relationships and I’ll probably be single for a long time since I’m still re-learning how to even take care of myself, but I’m stronger.
It’s possible to overcome that fear, and I’m going to work on my insecurities and learn how to be a better friend for myself and others.
I also spoke about my guilt over my cats going missing and he reassured me it was not my fault, that I should print their pictures and put them on my bedroom so I can grieve and pay homage to them. It will probably be good to do that.
Thanks for reading, have a great day everyone!