Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 1 of 32,000,000)
The Illusion of Love (The Hook)
I worshiped him. Loving him was like a religion. Sex with him was a sacrament.
He gave me a glimpse into a life of love and fluid connection that made me want to stay on this planet like nothing else ever had. He showed me something that felt like love—something deeper than anything I had ever received from my parents or the man I married. With him, I felt seen, welcomed, safe, protected, treasured, and chosen.
And I know now—he wanted me to feel that way. Because that’s what cult leaders and love bombers do.
The High (Addiction & Trauma Bonding)
And I ate it up. I was beyond high from it- addicted, obsessed, in love.
I thought we were saving each other—pulling one another out of unfulfilling, disconnected, disappointing, and lonely lives. We had it all: laughter, easy connection, effortless conversation. It felt so expansive, so overflowing, that it spilled into physicality—physicality that felt highly rewarding, even sacred.
But if I’m being honest? It wasn’t as rewarding as I pretended it was. I knew my display of worship and responsiveness mattered to him. And I was desperate to keep him delighting in my postive responses to him as a desired man and a god.
Especially once I felt the shift.
Ralph E Owen Five Stones Church Love Bomber
Disclaimer: I am sharing my personal experience exactly as I recall it. This is my truth, my story, and my perspective~ to document what I lived through.
