If anyone from my real Life finds this account, this isn’t really me, it’s my evil twin. But yeah follow me 🥰♥️

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I got home from the psych ward after I almost died and I wished I had once Id returned to that environment. Safe haven shelter saved me

After publicly slandering me on social media, despite knowing I have recordings of him screaming and police reports from a neighbor who heard it, ex told his lawyer (and me) not to post, though he posted freely himself. Speaking the truth isn’t illegal. I’ll stay silenced I guess

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I wish I was allowed to be soft. Like being treated with care, grace and understanding. Not being expected to be strong and endure things alone all the time. To be loved loudly and truly supported without having to give anything in return. To be valued and seen for who I am.

"So this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."

This chapter has been painful, but I’m moving forward. My voice matters, and so does the healing I choose every day. Thanks for reading if you did.

Sharing this isn’t easy, but silence protects abusers. I deserve peace, safety, and love, and that’s the life I’m building now. I’m not asking for pity, only for my story to be heard as it is. The facts matter, and so does finally speaking them out loud.

15 I don’t know how I’ll pay my bills once the divorce is finalized and I’m terrified. But I’d rather live in a tent than stay with someone who treated me like that. I even worked w a domestic violence shelter for a time because abuse isn’t always physical.

14 My lawyer told me I could file a motion to have him removed immediately, and I still haven’t, because I feel bad. Even while he publicly slanders me, he shows no remorse, only saying he’s ‘just sad.’ He had countless chances to fix this. I have never been cruel or malicious.

13 I wasn’t perfect either, I’ll admit that. But I tried everything I could, and I can say that with certainty. Meanwhile, he tells everyone I ‘kicked him out of his home’… when the reality is he’s still living in my basement.

12 The entire time, I was just waiting for him to leave so I could go home. Yet he acts like the victim, when I was the one abused, neglected, and left so broken I lost my ability to walk. I stayed quiet too long. These are the facts.

11. I told my ex I was moving back in, and that my boyfriend would be moving in to help me. Since then, he’s acted like I blindsided him. But the truth is, he thought he could live in my house indefinitely for free. All he ever paid was utilities and taxes.

10. That was when I realized: I need a partner who will actually help me. My friend, who wasn’t even dating me, was making me smoothies and caring for me more than I ever experienced at home. I was heartbroken, but that’s when I chose to move back in with my current partner.

9. I had to return home for medical care. I tried once more to reconcile, sat with him for hours on the couch trying to talk. But after I moved back, he left me alone for days. No conversations, no help. When I couldn’t walk safely, I asked him to bring me my cane. He told me no

8. My body kept breaking down. I’ve had multiple surgeries and now can’t stand or walk more than five minutes without a wheelchair. I was hospitalized for four nights and discharged with 24/7 care, nurses twice a week, plus occupational and physical therapists coming to my home.

7. I slept on an air mattress on my friend’s office floor for a long time. Every day I missed my dogs, my home. I paid for that house before marriage, and it holds my family’s furniture, it’s mine. But my ex stayed there, living in it, while I cried every night missing my animals

6. I moved in with a friend to feel safe. When I tried to go home, I’d be screamed at so severely. He even did this in front of my friend (a guy, which shocked me). I begged him to stop, said I’d file for a protective order. I dropped it because I felt guilty, but shouldn’t have

5. I was hospitalized with sepsis and while I lay there in pain (also with a kidney stone), he came in, yelled at me, and left. No goodbye. No kiss. He just left me there

4 I was constantly criticized and yelled at until I believed I deserved it because I got sick and that made me worthless. When I became disabled and couldn’t work, I convinced myself I was the problem and that my illness justified how he treated me.