i have a secret, and it's time to tell it.
Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 9:44 pm
Okay, so i've been absent for awhile after a lotta bit of activity for mental health reason. I guess im ready to share...
Early on in high schoo, when i was 15 years old, i had a boyfriend named Nicholae and he was basically my life. Me had a really intense relationship, and it just kinda snow balled.
Months into it he started getting abusive, only mentally at first, like, calling me stupid or weak or ugly, etc. Then he started...hitting me. So, yeah, i let him cause i really was weak, and i felt the other two things.
He would hit me if he didn't get his way, or if i walked in front of the tv (i did that a lot because i move around a lot, unfortunately...) and basically any reason, really.
He put me in the hospital only once and i lied and said i fell down the stairs. My parents still don't know. After that he let up a lot and did the whole "I love you, i don't mean it, you shouldn't get me angry" thing, and i totally fell for it. Unfortunately his new self didn't last very long.
I started cutting kind of unaware of what i was doing, just knowing that it felt right and good afterwards. I hurt myself a lot, but somehow he always managed to hurt me more. I was a really depressed kid. I tried to kill myself twice. Luckily i failed both times (first=pills, second=slit wrists. still have hard time sometimes with my motor skills).
I broke up with him my sophomore year and he moved back to Toronto (im in NH) and we only saw eachother a couple times there after, once when he visited and again when he showed up drunk and swinging.
Well, in early May i got news from his mom that Nicholae had died of a drug over dose. She didn't say what, but i think it must've been either alcohol or x. Those were his favorites...
Well, i've been getting over feeling so confused and shitty and all that. I feel guilty cause last time i saw him i said i hated him and never liked him (which wasn't really true). I loved him , and still do and it hurts to know that i miss someone who hurt me so fucking much. I just felt very lost.
I'm kinda just now getting over it, and im feeling pretty good, considering. I've excepted my innocence in his death, but i haven't let go and stuff, and it hurts a lot. Im trying to date and i've met this really awesome guy named ray and i think there might be something, but it's really hard to trust someone/myself.
Just thought i should say this so that i feel a bit of closure. So i feel something of a finality.
Well, thanks for listening to a poor boy's ramblings.
Early on in high schoo, when i was 15 years old, i had a boyfriend named Nicholae and he was basically my life. Me had a really intense relationship, and it just kinda snow balled.
Months into it he started getting abusive, only mentally at first, like, calling me stupid or weak or ugly, etc. Then he started...hitting me. So, yeah, i let him cause i really was weak, and i felt the other two things.
He would hit me if he didn't get his way, or if i walked in front of the tv (i did that a lot because i move around a lot, unfortunately...) and basically any reason, really.
He put me in the hospital only once and i lied and said i fell down the stairs. My parents still don't know. After that he let up a lot and did the whole "I love you, i don't mean it, you shouldn't get me angry" thing, and i totally fell for it. Unfortunately his new self didn't last very long.
I started cutting kind of unaware of what i was doing, just knowing that it felt right and good afterwards. I hurt myself a lot, but somehow he always managed to hurt me more. I was a really depressed kid. I tried to kill myself twice. Luckily i failed both times (first=pills, second=slit wrists. still have hard time sometimes with my motor skills).
I broke up with him my sophomore year and he moved back to Toronto (im in NH) and we only saw eachother a couple times there after, once when he visited and again when he showed up drunk and swinging.
Well, in early May i got news from his mom that Nicholae had died of a drug over dose. She didn't say what, but i think it must've been either alcohol or x. Those were his favorites...
Well, i've been getting over feeling so confused and shitty and all that. I feel guilty cause last time i saw him i said i hated him and never liked him (which wasn't really true). I loved him , and still do and it hurts to know that i miss someone who hurt me so fucking much. I just felt very lost.
I'm kinda just now getting over it, and im feeling pretty good, considering. I've excepted my innocence in his death, but i haven't let go and stuff, and it hurts a lot. Im trying to date and i've met this really awesome guy named ray and i think there might be something, but it's really hard to trust someone/myself.
Just thought i should say this so that i feel a bit of closure. So i feel something of a finality.
Well, thanks for listening to a poor boy's ramblings.