It has been three and a half weeks since we broke up.
I ended it because she was having a manic episode (bipolar 1) and she decided it would be good idea to have a drink. Next minute she attacks me, pushes me over and tries to strangle me. All of this in front of my seven year old nephew whom I have full time care of.
It was like a lightbulb moment, I knew what I had to do. I knew I couldn’t ever guarantee my safety from that moment onwards. I knew I couldn’t allow my nephew to experience any more significant trauma in his life.
Then shouldn’t it be easy? Shouldn’t it be easy when you have made the right decision, and you have done the right thing. You put yourself and your child first, you put your best foot forward to lead a life which is safe.
I still love her, I love her even though she did what she did to me. What does that say about me? What is the lesson here? It hurts so bad. I never thought that a person I love with everything that I have would ever do something like that to me.
It hurts so much.