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"I hope I made it a little easier for you," he said. He blocked me and my friends from every social media platform.
While I sat at my parents' house (my new temporary home) and cried for a week straight, I received texts and calls from all over town — people told me he was out drinking most nights with his friends. But that didn't stop the awful screenshots of his tweets bragging about going out and joking about needing a wingman.
More specifically, if I could fix all the things that were "wrong with me." And I did stay for a while.
I so desperately wanted him to wake up and realize that no woman would love him the way I did.
And as more people stepped forward and told me that ending this relationship was a good thing (including this guy's own close friends), I came to a horrifying realization.
I decided that any negative aspect of our relationship didn't matter because he loved me so much — there was a reasonable explanation for all of it. Six months into our engagement, that image of our life crumbled to pieces.
So when he proposed to me after almost a year of dating, I was overjoyed. My fiancé decided that he didn't want to marry me anymore, and it felt like a tragedy.
My friends only saw what was happening in front of them, but behind closed doors it was even worse.
The first memory I have of definitive emotional abuse was an evening just a week or two after we moved into our apartment.