Mind if I share my story? (It’s kinda long, so feel free to skip, folks.)
I, too, fell prey to one of these guys. When we first got together, I was at a completely insecure point in my life. Had just graduated college, didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I hadn’t dated in forever, and since I had put on some weight I felt very unattractive.
“J” sensed this and moved in for the kill. He manipulated me, emotionally abused me, cheated on me multiple times, lied to me, so forth and so on. I could go on for ages about all the shit he pulled. It embarrasses me now what I put up with.
Five months later my weight had dropped drastically, unhealthily. I was in the depths of depression, behind on all of my bills…(I’ve never admitted this to anyone, but might as well here: It got so bad my electricity got shut off just because I didn’t have the motivation to put the check in the mail.)
Finally, FINALLY, I completely broke down one night and went to my parents in tears. My parents are wonderful people, and had tried to help me before it reached this point. Of course, I wouldn’t hear any of it. He LOVED me. I was SPECIAL to him. It wasn’t his fault…his childhood was awful. My love would change him…I would become his family. And all that bullshit.
So when I finally collapsed, my parents took charge. I was into the doctor the next day and put on anti-depressants. I moved home temporarily, so that I would have a constant source of support, and someone to screen phone calls for me and someone to stop me from picking up the phone. I cut off all contact with J and sought therapy.
It was amazing how quickly I recovered. Within just a couple of weeks, I was laughing at his pathetic, romantic emails begging me to come back. I never responded, but he wouldn’t take a hint. So finally, I broke down and responded to his latest, pages-long, “I’m sorry but it’s not my fault” email with just the following:
“Shoo fly. You bother me.”
Hooo Boy! Did that make him mad! But after that he finally left me alone. I think he realized he had finally lost control over me, which is all he wanted in the first place.
I stayed single for a long time. I wouldn’t even let myself “just date” because I didn’t want to fall into any of those traps.
Now, I’m in a wonderful relationship. My self-esteem is through the roof. (Although, sigh I’ve gained the weight back.) I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
The moral of this overly-long story? It IS possible to break this pattern. Get a support system gathered around you, and brace yourself for the storm. It’ll amaze you how fast it will “blow over.” You’ll wonder what took you so long to do it in the first place.
Believe me, nice guys DO exist. I’m dating one. My Dad is one. My brother-in-law is one. They’re out there, I swear. As for where to find them, I have not a clue. Found mine at work. Mom & Dad grew up together. B.I.L and my sister had mutual friends. You just have to go out there and find them.
(Actually, I’ve observed in my life and others, that love usually finds you when you’re not looking for it. So go have fun being single, and let fate guide your way.)
Geez, I’ll stop writing now. I swear. So sorry guys, I just keep typing and typ