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There's a peculiar kind of blindness
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that settles over you when you're deep
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in love, or perhaps deep in a
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meticulously crafted illusion of it.
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It's a fog that obscures warning signs,
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softens harsh realities, and makes you
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believe that the person standing before
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you, who constantly chips away at your
0:18
sense of self, is somehow your only
0:21
source of happiness.
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I always prided myself on my
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intelligence, my discernment.
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Yet I fell repeatedly for the same
0:31
insidious traps laid by a man who saw me
0:33
not as a partner but as a pawn. My
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manipulative fiance Chase taught me the
0:39
true meaning of betrayal. But in doing
0:41
so, he also inadvertently led me to a
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freedom I never knew I craved. He wanted
0:46
to be a father. He had always wanted to
0:49
be a father, a constant refrain in our
0:51
conversations, a dream he painted with
0:53
such vivid, loving strokes. And about
0:57
half a year ago, he finally managed to
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manipulate me into trying for a child. I
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use that word manipulated very
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deliberately because I unequivocally
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wanted to be child-free. I had always
1:10
envisioned a life unburdened by the
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immense responsibilities of parenthood.
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A life where my energy and focus were my
1:17
own. But Chase, with a skill I now
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recognize as terrifyingly insidious,
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brainwashed me slowly, subtly into
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believing that my sole purpose, my
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ultimate fulfillment lay in bearing
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children. He whispered sweet nothings
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about legacy, about the joy of a family,
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about how my love was incomplete without
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the ultimate sacrifice of motherhood. He
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didn't scream or demand. He simply
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eroded my conviction with relentless,
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charming persuasion until my own desires
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felt selfish, unnatural. But this this
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deep-seated aversion to motherhood, this
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brainwashing, this isn't why I
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ultimately got the abortion. The truth
1:58
was far more complex, far more
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agonizing.
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You see, despite his pervasive
2:03
influence, when I actually became
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pregnant, a raw, primal terror seized
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me. The reality of it, the life growing
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inside me, the irreversible commitment
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was overwhelming.
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I turned to chase my fianceé for help,
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for comfort, for reassurance. A lot. I'd
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cry sometimes for hours, calling him at
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work, my voice thick with tears, begging
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him to tell me everything would be okay,
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that I could do this, that we could do
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this. My hormones, a chaotic symphony of
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fear and anxiety, were going wild. and I
2:37
took it out on him sometimes, yelling or
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nagging him more than I should have. I
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was drowning and I lashed out at the
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only lifeline I thought I had. I guess
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in his eyes it got to be too much for
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him. He started distancing himself. The
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late night calls stopped. The comforting
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hugs became stiff, preunctery. Then he
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began working late, a convenient excuse
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that slowly, chillingly morphed into a
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pattern.
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Eventually, the truth, cold and sharp,
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cut through the haze of my pregnancy
3:09
induced vulnerability. He had an affair
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partner. Her name was Stacy. Learning
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that my fiance, the man who had just
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convinced me to carry his child, was
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cheating on me while I was pregnant, was
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the most profound, most agonizing
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emotional pain I have ever felt in my
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entire life.
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It was a betrayal so deep, so absolute,
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it left me breathless, hollowed out. I
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was only two months along at the time,
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still grappling with the terror of
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impending motherhood, still reeling from
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his manipulation, still clinging to him
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for emotional support. The next morning,
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driven by a primal need to reclaim some
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fragment of control over my body, my
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life, I drove to the hospital. My mind
3:54
was eerily clear, a quiet resolve
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hardening within me.
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I got the procedure done. The physical
4:01
pain was nothing compared to the
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emotional desolation.
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When I got back home, a ghost of myself,
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Chase greeted me at the door. I looked
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at him and despite every cell in my body
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screaming for composure. The anger I
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felt was a tangible thing, a scorching
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heat in my eyes that I couldn't wouldn't
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suppress.
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"Who is Stacy?" I asked, my voice
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dangerously calm. I saw him look at me
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like a deer in headlights, his carefully
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constructed composure shattering. It
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took him a full agonizing minute to get
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his words out, to cobble together a lie.
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"My cousin," he stammered, his eyes
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darting away. "Then, with characteristic
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projection, he accused me of going
4:45
through his phone again. You see, this
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wasn't our first dance with his
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deception.
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Earlier in our relationship, I had
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caught him still using online dating
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apps, even though we were exclusive.
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I'd confronted him, demanded he delete
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them. He'd explained it away smoothly,
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convincingly that it didn't matter if he
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still had an account because he was only
5:07
dating me at the moment. I foolishly let
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it slide for a couple of months until I
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found him texting a girl he had matched
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with. The conversation didn't cross any
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explicit boundaries, no outright
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cheating, but the principle of it, the
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secrecy, the blatant disregard for my
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trust, felt like a deep betrayal. We'd
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gotten into a massive argument then, him
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twisting my feelings against me,
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accusing me of not trusting him, of
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snooping, of hurting my own feelings by
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being nosy.
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We went to couples counseling after that
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and over the past few years our
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relationship had superficially at least
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gotten better. But now the signs of
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infidelity, the familiar patterns of
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deceit were popping back up again. He
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sounded exactly like he did years ago.
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The same accusations, the same
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indignation, telling me how I needed to
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stay out of his phone, how I was
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interfering with his privacy.
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Why did you get me pregnant, Chase? I
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asked, my voice raw with unshed tears.
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If you knew you weren't ready to be with
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only me, if you couldn't handle the
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commitment, why did you push for a
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child?
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He replied with the same tired excuses,
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how stressed out he'd been at work, how
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the pressure of the relationship, of my
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own anxieties had made him turn to his
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cousin Stacy.
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I took a deep, shuddering breath. I'm no
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longer pregnant," I stated, the words
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hanging heavy in the air between us. He
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went absolutely mad. He called me every
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name in the book. A backstabber, a
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monster, utterly selfish. "You knew how
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happy I was to be a father," he raged,
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his face contorted in a mask of fury.
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"You ruined that for me." "The trust I
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had in you was ruined," I countered, my
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voice flat, devoid of emotion. But he
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didn't seem to care about my pain, only
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his own perceived loss.
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Well, at least I didn't get rid of our
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kid, he sneered, a venomous retort. I
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feel betrayed.
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Welcome to the party, I said, a bitter
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hollow laugh escaping me. I'm leaving,
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he spat, already turning away. Despite
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the raw infidelity, the stinging
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accusations, I knew then, with a
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desperate clarity, that I still loved
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him. Or rather, I loved the idea of him,
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the man he presented himself to be, the
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dream of our future. And in that deluded
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moment, I felt that he loved me, too.
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"Stay," I pleaded, reaching out, my
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voice barely a whisper. But he was
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already out the door, slamming it behind
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him, leaving me in the wreckage of our
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shattered dreams. The next few days were
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a living hell. While scrolling through
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social media, a casual act that became a
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torment, I saw his family posting rude,
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vitriolic things about me. They called
8:00
me every name that Chase had hurled at
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me just days before, their words echoing
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his fury, amplifying my pain. They had
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the story all mixed up, twisted into a
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grotesque caricature of the truth.
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They claimed I aborted our baby because
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I simply didn't want to be a mother and
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wanted to sleep around with other guys
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before I officially got married. They
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painted me as the person who had had an
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affair, a vile, promiscuous woman.
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Some harassed me online, their cruel
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messages flooding my DMs and my phone
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from numbers I'd never seen before,
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spewing hatred. I felt like the world
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was ending, crumbling around me. I felt
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so utterly misheard and abused, caught
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in a public shaming that I never
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deserved. About a week later, a beacon
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of false hope. I got a call from Chase.
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He sounded contrite, apologetic. He told
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me he had broken things off with Stacy,
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that those days were behind him, that he
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wanted to continue planning for our
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wedding. He apologized for his family's
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actions, claiming he'd asked them to
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remove the vicious posts they'd made
9:06
about me, and they eventually did. He
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also apologized for the name calling,
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for freaking out about the baby. He said
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he understood why I did it now, that it
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was no longer a concern for him. I was
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ecstatic, relieved to hear from him
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again, desperate to cling to his words,
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to believe in his repentance. Since he
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said those days were behind him, I
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convinced myself he meant it.
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I did think about it a lot. The warnings
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from my gut, the logical voice of
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reason. But in hindsight, it's very easy
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to spot that I was an idiot for this, a
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willing participant in my own suffering.
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But I genuinely fell for his tricks
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again, hook, line, and sinker. We moved
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back in together the following week, a
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tentative step towards what I hoped was
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normaly.
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Things were, for a brief, blissful
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period, going back to what I imagined
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was normal.
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Then it started again. Every time we had
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a fight, no matter how small, he would
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drag up the abortion again. A weapon he
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wielded with chilling precision. He'd
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storm out of the house for a few days,
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leaving me alone with my thoughts, with
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the quiet devastation of his departure.
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And then, like clockwork, his family
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would begin the cyber bullying again. A
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coordinated attack, a relentless barrage
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of online cruelty. He would eventually
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come home full of apologies, remorseful
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words, and the cycle would repeat again
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and again, a torturous, neverending
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loop. I kept forgiving him. I felt
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stupid for doing so, utterly foolish.
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But I was in love. Or more accurately, I
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was trapped by a profound attachment, a
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desperate hope for the man I thought he
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was, the man he pretended to be. in our
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good moments.
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Every time I would try to envision my
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life without him, to tell myself I was
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done for good, I would remember the good
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times, the precious, intimate
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conversations we'd shared on the beach
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for hours on end. The laughter, the
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feeling of profound connection.
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These memories, these fleeting glimpses
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of a healthy relationship made me feel
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like I was losing something that was
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genuinely good for me, that I was
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throwing away my chance at happiness.
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I would convince myself that things
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would get just as good as they were in
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the beginning, that this was just a
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rough patch, a temporary storm. I told
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myself that he only had eyes for me, and
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tried desperately not to let the
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cheating affect our relationship, to
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compartmentalize the pain. I started to
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try to do more for him, to keep him
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home, to make myself so indispensable
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that his eyes wouldn't want to wander.
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Each time he left, my family breathed a
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collective sigh of relief because they
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were constantly, desperately telling me
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to leave him. My mom, ever practical,
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said it would be easy to leave since we
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weren't married and didn't have kids
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together, no complex ties binding us.
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And I agreed with her. It would be easy.
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But I didn't think that I would ever
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feel fulfilled in any other relationship
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like I did with Chase. Even though the
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fulfillment was a poisoned chalice,
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after another argument, another painful
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excavation of the abortion, I was sure
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I was absolutely definitively done with
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Chase.
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He had crossed an unforgivable line this
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time. Not just attacking me, but
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dragging my family into his twisted
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narrative. having his own family post
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vicious fabricated things about my
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parents, publicizing our private
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torment. But before I could even begin
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to process how to get over him, to sever
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the invisible cords that still bound me,
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Chase came back, pleading for another
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chance. He planned an elaborate getaway
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together, a desperate attempt to
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reignite the magic he had extinguished.
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I told him no, my resolve momentarily
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firm. But then he revealed the
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destination, our favorite vacation spot,
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a place we had gone to early in our
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relationship during the sweet,
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intoxicating honeymoon stage before the
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manipulation and betrayal. I thought to
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myself with a glimmer of desperate hope
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that this could be the spark that was
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missing from our relationship. This was
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the reason we were caught in a
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perpetuating cycle of arguing and
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abandonment. It was because we didn't
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vacation enough. We didn't escape
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enough.
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This was our chance at a perfect
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relationship again. I agreed, hugging
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him, clinging to the illusion. He took
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me to this beautiful resort on the beach
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for the weekend. We ate, we drank, we
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reveled in every minute with each other.
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He loved me then, truly, like he had
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never loved on me before, showering me
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with affection, attention, validation.
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I fell even more in love with him. a
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dizzying, terrifying descent into a
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deeper emotional dependence.
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He talked to me about how sorry he was,
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how much he'd taken me for granted, how
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this time it would be different, truly
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different. And I, desperately wanting to
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believe him, laid with him in the sand,
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watching the sunset paint the sky, the
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piece, a fragile, fleeting thing. When
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we got home, it felt bittersweet.
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I had finally gotten the relationship I
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craved, the intimacy, the undivided
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attention, but I didn't want to leave
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the resort. It felt amazing with it just
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being me and him. No family telling us
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to break up, no other people for him to
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focus on but me. For a couple of weeks,
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the peace held. Then we had another
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argument, this time about milk, a
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seemingly trivial thing. He exploded. He
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said I should have bought the 2% instead
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of getting almond milk. His anger
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disproportionate, terrifying.
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He told me that I couldn't do anything
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right. That he should have known I
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didn't listen because of how I aborted
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our baby.
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He brought up the baby, always the baby,
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in every single argument, a relentless,
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cruel punishment.
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He had made me believe that he had
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changed, that he'd forgiven me. But it
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was just another layer of his
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manipulation, his control. He would
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whisper sweet nothings all the time,
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just enough to get back in my good
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graces, to keep me hooked. And I was
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beginning to get tired of it, a deep,
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boneweary exhaustion settling over me.
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Our wedding was in less than 6 months,
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and I wondered if I could truly be with
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someone who could hold such a grudge
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against me for the rest of my life, a
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perpetual shadow over our relationship.
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I also wondered with a chilling thought
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if he wouldn't hold it against me
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anymore if I just got pregnant again.
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Whichever way it went, I just wanted my
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chase back. The chase from the
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beginning, the one I had fallen for. He
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did his usual storm out, leaving for a
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few days, plunging me back into the
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familiar cycle of anxiety.
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But those few days surprisingly began to
16:16
feel more peaceful.
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I didn't feel as trapped as I did before
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in our relationship. no longer
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suffocated by his volatile moods.
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I didn't feel as insecure in myself when
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he wasn't around. My self-worth no
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longer dependent on his validation.
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I didn't feel like I was on edge when I
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went out, constantly wondering where he
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was or if he was with another girl. I
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went to work. I went home. Each day, a
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quiet routine. And that life that I once
16:44
thought was boring became the peace that
16:47
I so desperately needed. This newfound
16:49
calm, however, was shattered when I
16:51
started seeing his family's posts again.
16:54
They began tagging me directly, their
16:56
words cutting deeper, more personal,
16:59
more hurtful each time. The posts about
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my abortion resurfaced, more vicious,
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more relentless.
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I tried my best to ignore them to ride
17:09
out the storm because I knew
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instinctively that he would just appear
17:12
on my doorstep soon, full of apologies,
17:15
ready to reel me back in.
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But that's when one of the posts started
17:20
gaining viral traction. It went from 30
17:23
likes to 300 likes to over 3,000 likes.
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An uncontrolled wildfire of hatred.
17:29
I had so many people in my DMs,
17:32
strangers spewing hatred towards me
17:34
without knowing the full story, without
17:35
a shred of context. They sided with my
17:38
fiance, declaring me wrong for my choice
17:41
without even speaking to him about it
17:43
first, without knowing the abuse I
17:45
endured.
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Some said I would make a terrible
17:48
mother. Some were outright threats from
17:51
prolifers, terrifying and personal. I
17:53
felt absolutely terrible, utterly
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violated.
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Then the ultimate violation. His family,
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in a horrific act of cruelty, leaked my
18:02
home address in the comments of the
18:04
viral post. And then the nightmare truly
18:07
began. I had people knock on my door and
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vandalize my house multiple times.
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I was genuinely scared to leave my home,
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terrified that I could be physically
18:17
hurt because of what they'd done,
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because of the mob they had incited.
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Someone even left razor blades in my
18:24
mailbox. A chilling, undeniable threat.
18:28
I saw some people in the comments giving
18:30
out my phone number and even the place
18:31
where I worked. My phone rang off the
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hook day in and day out, an endless
18:37
barrage of hate. I had to change my
18:39
phone number, but I was still terrified
18:41
that someone would recognize me out of
18:43
the house. One day, my boss called my
18:45
phone, his voice grim. He asked about
18:47
the post, what was the story behind it
18:50
if it was true. I told him my side of
18:52
the story, every painful detail, begging
18:55
him to understand, to believe me. He
18:58
said he wanted to see me in his office
19:00
the next day. This shook me to my core.
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Chase had ruined my life, utterly
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decimated it.
19:08
When I went to work the next morning, my
19:10
heart in my throat, no one bothered me,
19:12
thankfully. I landed in the seat across
19:15
from my boss, ready to plead my case, to
19:18
fight for my livelihood.
19:20
We had a long conversation, and I
19:22
basically begged to keep my job. Once he
19:25
heard my please, my raw honesty, he
19:28
agreed that I would be on probation for
19:29
90 days, a chance to prove myself, and
19:32
that I could keep my job.
19:35
A small victory, hard one. As I was
19:37
returning home, still reeling from the
19:39
meeting, I saw Chase in my driveway. He
19:42
was there waiting with chocolate and
19:44
flowers. The same old routine, the same
19:46
insidious trap. It took everything in me
19:49
not to run him over. The rage a living,
19:52
breathing entity in my chest.
19:55
As I got out of the car, I bumped past
19:57
him and walked into the house, a
19:59
fortress I was determined to defend. He
20:01
followed me, his voice a torrent of
20:03
apologies, promises, cajolerie.
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"You've gone way too far," I said, my
20:09
voice cold, steady. "If you don't leave
20:12
in the next 30 seconds, I'm going to
20:14
call the police." He was shocked, then
20:17
outraged. "You don't deserve me anyway,"
20:20
he yelled, his facade cracking,
20:22
revealing the true monster beneath. He
20:25
launched into his usual tirade, talking
20:28
about all the other women who were dying
20:30
to have a chance with him. How I was
20:32
throwing away all of the good times we
20:34
shared, trying to manipulate me with
20:36
guilt and fear. I knew this trick all
20:39
too well, his last desperate attempt at
20:41
control, and I stood my ground,
20:44
unyielding. I slammed the door in his
20:46
face and immediately called the cops. He
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banged at my door and yelled threats for
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what felt like forever, his voice laced
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with venom.
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When they came, I told them everything
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about the cyber bullying, the threats,
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his trespassing, and they arrested him.
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I was proud of myself, truly proud, for
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standing up for myself, for finally
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breaking free, for not letting this man
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negatively affect my well-being any
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longer.
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While he had given me crumbs of his love
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at a time, just enough to keep me
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dependent, it wasn't until then, until I
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saw him for who he truly was, that I
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realized how poorly he had treated me,
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how much I had allowed him to diminish
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me. I had his family come get his
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clothes, and they were predictably
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pissed.
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They called me names, their faces
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contorted in fury, but this time I was
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ready. "If you keep it up," I warned
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them. my voice firm. I will press
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charges on you, too.
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They hushed their mouths quickly, the
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threat of legal repercussions silencing
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their venom, and left defeated. I ended
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up selling the house so the people
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online couldn't know where I lived
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anymore, severing the last physical ties
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to the nightmare. I moved in with my
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best friend, Chelsea, a true beacon of
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light.
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Chelsea helped me heal slowly,
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patiently, lovingly, and from there,
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things started to look up. With the
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unwavering help of my loved ones, I was
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able to regain the confidence that had
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been slowly, subtly deteriorating while
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I was with Chase.
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Eventually, I got promoted at my job,
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making more than enough money to take
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care of myself, to live comfortably.
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I started taking myself on more
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vacations with my friends and family,
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reclaiming my joy, my freedom.
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Initially, I was upset with myself for
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wasting years with Chase, for constantly
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disrespecting myself by staying with
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him, for allowing myself to be so
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blindly manipulated.
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But through prayer and therapy, I
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learned to pour the love that I was so
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carelessly pouring into everyone else's
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glass, into my own. And that I realized
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was the most profound love of