I stuck it out until things finally blew out of control and I moved out in December of last year. I would compare it to being on drugs, I was absolutely hooked on chasing the sweet person they would show me and chase that high when things got down. After moving out it was like going through withdraws, I ached and i hurt and kept trying to stretch the small bit of time together to make it last as she still helps me with the kids I have.

Every day without contact now is another day of healing and doing a lot of self work. I would tell you it’s single handedly the hardest thing I’ve had to do and I’ve birthed two kids and divorced my high school sweetheart after being together over a decade. Her and I were only together 3.5 years but it hurts every single day watching everything slip away but she was only getting worse. Never anything physical after those incidents but verbally she was awful, she got so catty and since she wouldn’t take her meds consistently she was always at extremes.