I’m going backward through this. Since my stroke more than 5 years ago, it’s the freshest.
I took divorce after being threatened with it more than a few times.
This is abuse.
This wasn’t the only abuse I suffered.
Her mother once said, “You know my daughter is a liar?”
My ex-wife at one point said, “Everyone knows I’m a pathological liar.”
She looked shocked when she heard herself admit it.
Until then, she had memory issues. That was how she got away with lying.
I remember conversations that happened years ago, so that didn’t work for her, and she got mad at me for remembering correctly.
She worked from home.
I came home from working at Toys R US and she was smoking a joint playing the ps3 while the kitchen was a disaster. Pots and pans and dishes all over the counter space.
This is an example of what I put with because the sex was that amazing.
I did things to her at her request I wouldn’t do.
Her request.
She had a porn addiction. I got porn sites from her. She had them bookmarked under porn.
She didn’t want me to be a telepath because I know when someone’s lying.
She didn’t want me to be a medium that channels the soul. She didn’t like the messages that she wanted to give herself through me.
She didn’t want me to be public about being an Empath.
That’s where she got abusive.
Then there was my healing.
I had a short leg and a limp. When I showed up with both my legs the same length, she was so pissed.
She was trying to siphon my energy.
When we would go to sleep at night, we would hold hands. I got the thought in my head, siphon.
It was her, I’m a telepath.
Essentially, she was trying to kill me. I saw my death by her more times than I can count.
Abusive.
It’s why I haven’t wanted to deal with relationships since then.
Since then, I turned down two marriage proposals. I got scared as shit.
It’s been years.
There is a direct correlation between how well some can make you orgasm and how much shit you take from them.
She was the fuck of a lifetime.
I took an amazing amount of shit from her.
