I think I really am going to go back into counselling. This stuff is getting a bit overwhelming. When my bf hugs me, all I can think of is how it feels to have strong hands squeezing tight around my neck, or the feeling (and sound) of steeltoes cracking my ribs. When he kisses me on the cheek, I remember what it feels like to have bruises on my cheekbones.
That can't be normal.
And it's making it hard to even enjoy life. I feel like I will never know love again, and I feel guilty for thinking those things. I think people (especially my son, and bf) would be better off without me.
Last edited by 428pm; 07/19/08 03:39 AM.
