I didn’t realize what it was. I didn’t realize what he truly was. He was the villain and I was the damsel in distress. What people don’t see is the malicious, cruel joker behind the beautiful blue eyed, exotic exterior. No one ever wins because he controls the game. A web of lies that draws you in. The beauty, the feeling of security and loyalty, of feeling you are wanted. That’s when the game begins. First comes the lies, then the cheating, followed by more lies until you are left on the ground crying, trapped, because there is no escape, there is no leaving. Not until the master tires of his game and you are tossed aside, like a broken toy. I didn’t realize that what I had was not love, it was not lust, it was abusive. I slowly fell into the rabbit hole, but unlike Alice it was no Wonderland. It was a destructive chaotic mess. The emotional torment took its toll and soon became so unbearable that I looked for other options, other ways to escape my tormentor.
Regrettably I stole my mother’s codeine to get high and feel numb. I then took to drinking because it lifted my spirits until I didn’t care about anything. When the rush stopped being enough I took to more, harmful escapes. Some people see self harm as a pathetic cry for help. But what they don’t know is that the physical pain overrides the emotional, even if it is just for a moment. It’s still a moment of pure peace and perfection where nothing exists. There’s just emptiness, free of pain, guilt and the heartache that is your life. It wasn’t just cutting that I subjected my body to. As the cheating and lies continued, my self-esteem went on a downward spiral and so was the birth of hatred towards my body and what I saw in the mirror. I soon became unsatisfied with cutting, as the scars were a constant reminder of the torture I was enduring, both mentally and physically and eventually lead me see my body to be even uglier than it already was. What else would explain his reason for cheating other than ‘I was not good enough’ that I was the one who had to change. And so I ran until my body couldn’t remember how to move, until I basically fainted from exhaustion and all of my bones ached from the stress I was putting my body through. I had found peace. But it was short lived. There was always another girl, another fight, and another reason for me to hate my very existence.
Things soon took a turn for the worse, and what I am to discuss next is still my darkest and deepest kept secret. The one thing that still hurts the most. One night while he was wasted he decided to disgrace my body along with my integrity. I blamed myself for letting it happen, for not being strong enough to push him off and walk out for good. But the truth is, I was powerless, I had nowhere to go; I thought I loved him and that he was entitled to do as he pleased. Someone I was supposed to trust, someone who was supposed to love me, decided to rape me. I tried my best to burry it into the deepest corners of my mind, but it always managed to resurface, and so my quest of self-destruction continued.