Escaping the Clutches of Abuse: A Journey Through Two Events

Have you ever experienced an abusive relationship? I unfortunately knew twice the pain of living in such hellacious settings, leading to a nervous breakdown after escaping each one.

The First Experience of Abuse

At 26, I found myself entangled with a girl who was beautiful, intelligent, and witty. The early days were as if we had been made for each other, with rapid physical and emotional involvement. However, as time passed, her true nature began to surface. The youthful, charming girl I first knew eventually faded away, replaced by a witch whose behavior became increasingly abusive, even public. She became a walking dictionary of mental health issues, refusing to take responsibility or seek help. This meant that I never knew if I was dealing with a loving, receptive partner or a verbally abusive one.

Escaping the Abuse

Driven by a need for a fresh start, I moved to a new city, took on a new job, and made new friends. However, my ex-partner, who had a history of alcoholism and mental health issues, continued to pester my family. When I demanded no contact, she grew desperate and even claimed she was pregnant—although she was on the pill. After a tense situation at my place, I moved things forward by establishing a new relationship. Eventually, I severed ties with her, although she continued to call incessantly until my secretary blocked her calls.

Fast forward to 1978, she suddenly reappeared on my Facebook page, over a decade later. In the middle of lockdown, she brought up her past, revealing that she had a brief, unhappy, and violent relationship during that time. We both had a son, who was now an adult.

Reunion and Final Release

When she claimed she was dying, it was a shock. Three days later, she confirmed her death during her funeral, which I attended. To my relief, it turned out that her son and friends explained that she had never stopped thinking about me and had been baying for the moon. Her addiction was not just to substances, but also a secretive and long-standing obsession with 'the one who got away.' For me, it was a lucky escape.

Through this experience, a fellow Quoran pointed out that her behavior aligns with a Cluster B personality disorder, encompassing narcissism, sociopathy, and potentially psychopathy. This insight provided me with the necessary understanding and courage to finally put the past behind me.