So, I wasn’t sure if I would ever post this part. This part of my life seems so surreal that when I tell this story I feel like I’m being so melodramatic and over the top. I can’t quite believe that I got through it all to be honest. And for all of my brain farts, I am relatively unscathed. I just want to share to show anyone who is out there that these events happen, and it’s not until now, many years later that I realise how unacceptable and dangerous it was. I am lucky. Many others are not. I am not posting this for attention or pity, but rather to help others that may be in a similar situation. You are not alone, and if you need to contact me and I’ll do my best to help and give advice.
So in my last post here, I explained how I lost myself due to manipulative people. That one was an ex. So, a little complicated. At the same time that all of that was happening, this happened too. I firmly believe that if either of these moments in my life happened apart, they would not have panned out the same. The ex would have been told to bugger off, and this situation would never have gotten as far as it did. Who knows, maybe it would have. I digress anyway, dear reader. This is the second and possibly last part of this particular episode of my life. Enjoy.% | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | % | %