Tell him to fuck off.
I did.
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Well I told him I am glad he is getting help, and I wish the best for him but the things he didnt like about our relationship would not be different this time, so I don't see how it would ever work . Then He messaged me back asking about the cats and I blocked him.
I still obviously care a lot about him. Duh. Part of me always will, but I'd be fucking looney if I even stayed friends with him. I'm glad he is medicated now. Oh, and he cut all his fucking hair off and looks 12 years old. I'm not even all into it anymore. Still hurts.
Maya Angelou said once "When someone shows you who they are the first time, believe them." That's something that has resonated with me. Women especially feel they can fix things. Fix him, fix the relationship, make things what they want it to be. But when someone shows you, tells you, who they are, believe them.
When I heard that, it took me back to a time when I was first living with my ex, before we got married an we had an argument and I said i was done talking about it and in a moment of rage he pinned me to the bed and said "We're done when I say we're done." Looking back, he summed up all of his control issues in one sentence, in his own words. I should have believed him when he showed me who he was because even thought I loved him and we had some really good years, nearly 13 years later and not much has changed. He still has control issues.
Anyway, food for thought and whatnot.
