- Date posted
- 2y
The Calm Until The Polluted Storm
There’s always that sense of relief after moments of passive aggression in an abusive, toxic “relationship”.. Where you get into your spat and there’s no order. You become silent and avoidant but then you make it over that hump; making the rest of the day easier. It’s easy for me to breathe until the intrusive thoughts happen: “He’s only doing this because he wants to have sex with you. He’s not a good father. He doesn’t care about you or your daughter. This is manipulation.. the kids cleaning, the candy…ALL OF IT. You have to run or he’ll kill you one day all because you won’t interact with him. He’s going to hurt me again. It’s just a matter of time before he bullies me and taunts me and makes the house unlivable.”