They discarded me over a year ago. Moved back in with my parents and am struggling to find work. On the hard days I think of them more than anything. As hard as it was, being with them was so much better than what my life is now.
“If only I’d kept my mouth shut. If only I just did what they told me to do and kept my own needs and feelings to myself. I could have been happy.”
My loved ones told me that those are signs that the relationship was more abusive than I thought. I shouldn’t have been worried about being honest about my needs or feelings with them. If they loved me as much as I loved them, they would have given me the space to talk to them.
They wouldn’t have blatantly invented things to get mad at me for. They would have made me feel safe instead.
I hope that I truly am better off now. I just wish life without them weren’t so hard.