Aside from the behind the scene noise, there was a lot happening front-and-center. Like I said, I offered patience and understanding to those that didn’t deserve it.
I had just ended a three year relationship, which was actually more like five-six years, three years steady and two-three years on and off. This guy had put me through quite a bit, a whole lot of ups and downs. We dated throughout high school into university, growing together.
A lot that happened between us throughout the years. There was definitely a lot of intensity in the relationship. At times we are at each other’s throats, other times we wanted nothing else but to be with each other. We had so much passion for one and other, yet we infuriated each other. Pushing buttons, testing limits, but no matter what we always stuck by each other’s side.
Throughout it all, I definitely took a lot of hits… I mean a lot. There was a lot that I held in, a lot that I accepted, I tolerated, because I was so patient.. so understanding in a was. It allowed me to be compassionate -sometimes too compassionate for my own good. But, got to the point, we just went through too much and there was no more room for repair.
Even after all the verbal and mental abuse I had grown to accept, something happened that neither of us could fix and come to accept. It was something major, we both took the hit and there was no fixing it. The lost of a child -a forced abortion that neither of us wanted, but had no choice, but to follow through due to the parentals. We both were hurting in our own ways and we destroyed each other over it.
It became toxic, more toxic than ever before. And, enough was enough, I couldn’t do it anymore as the abuse turned physical. And, unlike the background noise, there was a choice to continue accepting and tolerating or put an end to it. And, I choose to close that chapter, as difficult and as scary as it was. It took a lot, both energy and time, but I did it! I walked away… severely wounded… from all of it.