That'd be impossible at the moment. If I can't even pull the Herbert the Pervert voice, then it would have to wait. It'll take an entire month for it to heal completely.
..........In the interracial world: Oreos are blackmen that are black on the outside, but white on the inside.......they are still however creatures with feelings and needs and will regard this as a mating call...........You have opened a pandora box..........
Oh my god. Oh my god. I just saw my ex...the one who beat me to a pulp on a regular basis...on a TV commercial...on a major network. For wrestling. I don't know why it upsets me so much. It's like seeing a ghost. It's like being punched in the gut. I can't explain it, but maybe someone understands. I need to clarify- he looks EXACTLY like my ex. I can't verify if it's him or not, but back in 2006, he was working with a guy to get into the wrestling world, so it's highly likely that it was him. I can't figure out his wrestling name, but if it's NOT him, holy shit does he have a twin.
Your heart stops & you wonder if it will ever start again, all the blood rushes out of your face & then floods back in, you start to sweat....am I close?
Pretty much. It's been over 5 years since I got out of there, and sometimes I still pause if I smell the cologne he wore. In fact, my current BF wore it one day when he came over, and I had to ask him not to wear it again. It's amazing to me that even though I know that I'm safe, and I know that he can't hurt me, the fear is still there.
Cannot wait for this coming weekend comes and goes. Hard being in a footy mad state when your team isn't in the grand final.
I'm assuming this has to do with soccer? lol Thanks, Tarshi. Sometimes, it's funny how things come back to haunt you. I'm OK now, but damn, it seriously was like seeing a ghost. I still can't verify if it's him or not...I haven't been able to find him on the web. Creepy.
No...what happened was my best friend that I lived with called my mother and said 'Get her the heck out of here. The sooner the better.' She didn't even know the extent of the abuse because she was gone 99% of the time. My parents arranged for me to move back home, and I had to file for Chapter 11 because of him...so he ruined my life (although, not completely, since I now own my own home, and have clearly been able to bounce back!). I knew I was in deep, and I knew it was bad...but I had no idea how to get out. I didn't know how to ask for help. I remember sitting on the steps holding a clump of hair he had ripped out asking my friend what I should do because I was afraid that anything I did would get me killed. After I was free, I didn't have it in me to report him. I was just happy to be safely 700 miles away.
