I've got a female who wont stop contacting me. Either it's a pleas for help, a cry of love and affection, or vitriolic abuse. I told her not to contact me ages ago. I havent see her in person for even longer. Shes thinks I'm coming 'home'. I almost still want to. I gave up changing my numbers and emails a while ago too. She scours the net until she finds them. almost think I should return and she'll be okay but then the hate messages get to me and make me feel sick. The accusations! I have never felt his twisted. In one sense I want to return, the other sense says I understand why some woman get hit. I have never hit a woman and don't actually want to but her mouth is like a sewer or a sweet pie. Not much in between and it switches every few minutes. I am sick of getting calls early in the morning and really don't know what to say to this woman anymore. I hate to see her like this and therefore think about going back to see her. On the other hand I know that being with her isn't the end of the grief. Can anyone relate?
Hi Ryan, thank you for that. Reading your answer I thought that I've read about this ideal of a 'healthy relationship' and heard about it but find myself absolutely resistant to the idea. I've been writing and deleting to get to the issue. I think it remains with me that somehow there is no healthy relationship and if there is its not for me. I need to change that idea eh?
Secondly I really justified a lot of her 'abuse' my mind with compassion because she is alone and so feminine and so fragile...Do you think thats a sign of a a healthy attraction? I always thought so.
Okay, well thats something to think about for sure. Its not that I like the abuse or that in itself is the attractive thing but its the idea that it will go away if I go back and all will be well. I have never really given it a chance except the most I have spent time with her was a two week roadie and it was terrible. I felt raped! Still, I'm optimisitic. I guess whats bothering me is that this chick by all accounts from anyone I know is a total sicko. Borderline or whatever. What I cant face up to is what does that make me?