I Wasn’t Ignoring Reality—I Was Conditioned to Doubt It
I do not think it is that I was stubbornly holding onto false hope—I was being actively manipulated, fed contradictions, and caught in a cycle designed to keep me confused.…
A silly magnet from my BFF, while she cannot relate, she totally gets me. x
Sorry I slapped you
I wonder if there’s a medication and also a dose high enough that could help me have felt less affected by the CVS cashier. He wasn’t just ringing me up;…
The Sudden but Slow Fade
Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 9 of 32,000,000) The Slow Fade: How Devaluation, Distancing, and Discard Unfolded For the first five months, we spent…
What Can I Do for You?
In the two years since my boys' dad started his on-again, off-again relationship with this woman, she’s attempted a number times to get on my radar. I don’t fully understand…
Starved
Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 8 of 32,000,000) Learning to Love Myself?I have been tasked with imagining loving myself rather than seeking love elsewhere.…
Harm Without Malice
Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 7 of 32,000,000) Reconciling Harm Without Malice I feel like the absence of malice has to count for something.…
Love Bombing: Lies Before Hello
Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 6 of 32,000,000) The Story He Told Me When we met, I was deeply moved. How he soldiered through…
When Love Fades
Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 5 of 32,000,000) Denial I could not see it.I wouldn’t believe it, no matter how many times friends begged…
The Two Truths
Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 4 of 32,000,000) The Two TruthsI’m struggling to reconcile two truths. One truth is what I directly and consistently…
Recognizing Love Bombing Signs
Love Bombed: My Story of Worship, Betrayal, and No Contact (Part 2 of 32,000,000) The First Signs of Cracks (Denial & Self-Betrayal) I didn’t want to see it. I wouldn’t…