Day 5: 6 Things You Wish You Had Never Done
1) Went out with a certain person. That boy put me through more hell than anyone releases. Even those who know about most of that he did to me, don't know the full story. He took away what little self-confidence I had. He verbally abused me and used me for years. But I couldn't leave. He had me trapped as he convinced me that no one liked me, no one wanted me around, and no one would ever love me. He may not be the initial case for my depression, but he rolled the first snowball. He made me hate myself to the point of wanting to die. He thought I couldn't leave him because he was all I had. And, for a while, he was right.
It took me a couple of years, but I came to a cross roads in my own mind. I was literally ready to die that day, and no one knew about it. If it was a choice between being with him, or being dead; I wanted to be dead. And given how much I thought everyone else hated me; I thought it was for the best. But I realised there was another option, as I went through my old photo albums, removing him from it. It may sound cheesy or whatever, but I don't care... going through my photos and seeing all my friends. I came to realise everything he'd forced upon me was rubbish. I'd seen the way he treated other people too, and it was clear it was him who didn't have any real friends, because he treats them all like sh*t.
Everything inside me changed. It wasn't totally "reset" (the depression had taken tight hold by then), but I was out of the funk I'd been in for years, and I was ready to take back my life. And I did. I went round to his sisters (where he was staying over at the time, I think) that evening after he finished work, collected my PS2 and everything else I'd leant him, and disappeared. I couldn't even be bothered to converse with him. He had no idea I was ending it all. I knew if I told him then he'd just try to stop me again, and as much as I knew I didn't want to be with him, and I had no feelings for him (I hadn't for a looong long time), but I didn't wanna take any chances of him managing to verbally beat me down again. I just wanted out as quickly as possible.
Even then, just by asking for my games console back because I was planning to visit my mum, brother, and cousin (who's moved to Eastbourne, and I was still living in Croydon at the time), it apparently enough to warrant a good abuse session. He made a fuss that I wanted my belongings back, and that I was going to visit my family. "And what if I don't want you to go?" was on of the, less offensive, things he said. I think that sentence alone shows how much he expected to control my life. I wasn't aloud out without him, and he never took me anywhere. He'd start yelling at me if he found out I went somewhere without him. Even if I, or we (if there was a group), had offered for him to come along as well.
But yeah. He stood there, talking down to me, calling me names, and unwittingly giving me more and more reasons not to be with him or around him. I felt so relieved by the end of it. I'd never have to see him again. I told my nan (who I was living with at the time) that I didn't wanna take any calls from him if he phoned the house phone, and I changed my mobile number as soon as I could afford a new sim card too (I was on Pay As You Go at the time).
Wow. That was longer than expected. XD Also, yes, I have seen him since, and I have to say, I've never known anyone to love themselves the way he does. He also didn't like hearing that I was going out with someone else. Apparently I wasn't allowed to. Er... ye~ah. ¬_¬ I've also heard (from friends, and ex's), and experienced first-hand, the fact, that he still treats everyone else like sh*t.
2) Got fat. I don't even know how it happened, but it happened quickly. I used to be a size 10-12. Now I'm not. But at least I'm not as big as I was in high school. Again, I don't know how it happened, but I lost a bunch of weight and became a 12-14. Then the weight came back on again, and I gave up even trying (seeing as my body seems to do whatever it wants without influence from me). But I've managed to lose weight intentionally before, and I plan to do so again.
3) Went out with another certain person. Now, we all know I've got depression, right? So I can be pretty down at times. And sometimes it's for seemingly no reason at all. But this guy was miserable beyond belief. It was like he enjoyed it. Don't get me wrong, he did have his moments where he seemed to really be enjoying himself... but there always a moan waiting right around the corner. Infact, the only time I ever seemed to be having any fun with him was when there were other people around. So I guess, in truth, I was having more fun with them than him. And even that was rare because he never wanted to go anywhere or do anything. I also don't appreciate being cheated on. And I don't appreciate being lied to, or about. I absolutely hate him for trying to turn our mutual friends against me.
I had tried to be friends with him a few times. But he never seems happy unless he's making me feel unhappy.Seriously. He also had a go at me when he found out I was seeing someone else. Eventhough it was him who did the breaking up, not me. He gave up any say in the matter when he broke us up (note: at this point, I hadn't heard about the cheating). Now, he had a massive problem with me moving on, but somehow he apparently managed to twist that and say something about me having a problem with him going out with a certain someone? I dunno for sure, but it's something I heard. And, no. I didn't have a problem with him going out with her. I had a problem with him cheating on me with her when we were still together.
Back to what I was saying before; he'd only really talk to me if I was having a bad day. But not in the way a normal friend would. He'd never offer support or anything (like I would for him, or anyone else). He just seemed to like knowing that I was suffering. And he took every opportunity to make digs at me. And I mean every opportunity (no matter what up or down mood I was in). And if I was having a good day, he'd make sure to try and bring me down by the end of our conversation. I didn't need that.
4) Got mentally ill. My depression and my anxiety has hindered and nearly killed me so many times over now that I've lost count. It's to the point where, even if I'm quite happy in myself and my life, I'll still take note of anywhere that might make a good suicide spot. It's not even a conscience decision at those certain times. I'll literally catch myself doing it and mentally scold myself for thinking such a thing. I can't tell if it's because somewhere inside, I still hate myself, and I'm plotting against myself. Or if something inside is keeping track of all the "exits", should I need them in the future to save me from the pain this world so often causes me. In any case, it seems to be something I can't help but do.
5) Went out with yet another certain person. I don't have much to say about him because we weren't together that long, but I still wish I never wasted my time and energy on him. He was spineless beyond belief, a complete liar, and a total let down. I tried to help him grow abit of backbone, but it was a wasted effort. Anyway, he screwed me around during a time in my life when I needed more support than I had in a long, long time. I'd been going through something that was creeping my depression back into it's "danger zone", and all he did was make that worse, and make the way I felt about myself worse.
Again, another ex who had a problem with me going out with someone else. After we broke up, but before I started dating again, he sent me this message that all nice and blahblahblah. I didn't wanna know. I was fed-up trying to be friends with ex's at this point. Then, a couple of years later, I get a really nasty message, very much telling me to die (some of you might remember it as I posted it here at the time). What changed? I didn't know at the time he sent the message, but I heard from a mutual friend that he didn't like seeing my relationship status. *shrugs* Not my problem.
6) Lost my self-confidence. I was never the most confident girl in the world, but I had enough to get me through. You've already read how I lost it all. And I did get alot of it back. I became myself again. And, even after each other person who managed to knock it down, I'm still becoming more and more like myself everyday. I feel a want, and a need, to do more and be more. And above all: I want to be me.