The feedback that I got from sharing my story was incredible. I had a few girls share their stories with me. These were girls I never knew dealt with the same things. That’s the scary part. You can go years with knowing people but never actually knowing that they are/were in an abusive relationship.
I was sure that I was going to get some sort of backlash from sharing my story. I was shocked to notice that I didn’t. It took me over a year to get confidence in myself to open up about it. I honestly didn’t think anyone would care or believe me. I held on to so many feelings that were finally let go of. Memories that haunted my every move that I am starting to get rid of.
*The Anxiety, Part 2 of the entry*
The down side is my abusive ex is dating someone who lives close to my house. The fact he is dating isn’t what bugs me and the fact the girl he is dating I went to school with and her father helped us move twice. It’s the fact that I have a higher chance of running into him now. It has made my anxiety go bonkers. I am scared to drive up the street and see him. What if I do see him? What if he even looks at me? I am afraid that I will want to kick his ass or kill him. Obviously, I would never kill him but still. I won’t hate him anymore. Hate has gotten me nowhere. I believe Karma will do the job I was never able to. I never pt him in jail. I never told my story early. I never did anything to him. I am a firm believer in Karma and one day it will come back on him. My mind is just a busy little bee lately and my anxiety is taking every chance it can to control my thoughts. I hope that I never do see him but if I do, I will be prepared and I will stand my ground.