I wanted to see his life fall apart, but instead, I saw him being happy.
After escaping from my abusive relationship, I would occasionally use social media to check up on my ex.
It wasn’t because I missed him or wanted him back, but because when someone has beaten you down for three years, sexually abused and assaulted you, part of you wants to see their life in ruins.
I was extremely bitter following the breakup. This man had taken everything I had, broken me as a human being, and then, as a final insult, had raped me in my own home. I wanted to see his life fall apart. I wanted to see his misfortune. But what I saw instead, were photos of him smiling with another woman.
Relationships break down for a number of reasons, and naturally, there will be feelings attached when seeing an ex with a new love. I had experienced some of those feelings before; the twinge of jealousy, the reflective ‘what ifs’, the inevitable comparisons between myself and the new partner. But this time the feelings were different than anything I’d felt before.
I hadn’t expected to feel angry. After all, I had escaped. Granted, it was with a crippling depression and PTSD symptoms, but I was alive. The relief of that completely disappeared when I saw him with this new woman.
I was furious because they were happy. It wasn’t fair that he was allowed to move on and be happy while I was going to weekly therapy sessions to deal with what he did to me. I was angry because, from the outside, it didn’t look like he was treating her how he had treated me. It made me feel like something was wrong with me – like I was so weak and meant so little that I was easy to manipulate and abuse.
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She should have reached out to his new gf... "I apologise if I come across the crazy ex girlfriend but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't warn you to look out for signs in his behaviour which may lead to abuse later on"
This poor woman needs to learn the skill of compartmentalization. She can easily block her ex so she never sees him or creeps on his account, and for good measure cancel her social media accounts so she won't see him through mutual friends. She can put all the memories of him, good, bad and indifferent in a file marked, "Dead Ex" and only take it out as needed like during therapy or when helping a friend going through abuse. She has his file on her desktop and a printed copy on her bedside, and coffee table.