My truth..In progress...
I’m not happy in this relationship. I’m not happy constantly being minimized, devalued, and made to feel less than. I’m anxious. I’m fearful of what might cause an outburst and find myself trying to adjust your behavior. I can’t talk to you. I’ve lost confidence in myself. This runs much deeper than just “forgive and forget.” This is toxic. It all started when you weren’t happy. When I wasn’t doing enough. When I wasn’t giving enough. When I wasn’t “making you happy,” because—according to you—I know what to do and I’m just not doing it. Does my happiness not matter? Am I supposed to be happy being raged at and torn down anytime you don’t like something? Am I supposed to be happy walking on eggshells, afraid to talk to someone who’s supposed to be my partner? Am I supposed to be happy when you say, “meh, the sex wasn’t good enough”? Am I supposed to be happy watching you force-feed Charlie? Am I supposed to be happy when you get furious that my friends stayed past their “curfew”? ...