He Touched Me Again

He touched me again. I don't mean physically, I just mean that, once again, he put his proverbial finger into my symbolic chest and reminded me that he still has control.

It's been six months, three weeks, and two days since I left, and yes, I am counting. But even after six months, three weeks, and two days, he's able to send my tummy into jelly. He's able to make my hands shake. He's able to get me to gobble down chocolate, and tuck my head in between my shoulders to try to hide.

Just because I left doesn't mean it's over.


Monday, February 14, 2011

When Is It Enough?

It makes no difference if he was stalking me again, or if he interfered with my ability to get help for my children, or even if he left a nasty message in my mailbox. It makes no difference if he left a terrible phone message or he simply told me that if I do this, he will do that. My abuser has his own pattern, and your abuser has his or her own pattern.

What matters is that he did it again today.

He does it every couple of weeks.

Yes, I got an order of protection. My second for him. Yes, I have a lawyer. Yes, I'm working on "finding myself", and I am eating, praying, and loving. Yes, I have rediscovered my inner child, my psychic self, and my sexuality. Yes, I am undergoing therapy. I even decorated my apartment with a tree, and rocks, and moss: all of the things my inner child needs around her in order to feel safe.

But I don't feel safe.

My boyfriend's abusive ex-girlfriend followed us in her car yesterday, honking and swearing...

When is it enough?

When do I draw my line in the sand and say, "No more"?

Maybe today.

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