He’s text me!

I can’t believe how much he’s gone out of his way!! Everything that needs saying has been said between him and my dad. This can’t be an innocent thing

I’m not replying! I sent a screen shot of the messege to my parents who instantly replied both pleading with me not to reply. I blocked his family when they messeged me too H.A… I guess you have to think about how important it was for them to contact you anyway… Was it life or death? I doubt it, so there’s no need. There’s no need for him to talk to me at all. This time last week he was calling me evil, saying I was crazy and I’d destroyed his life… Actually he’s done that to me- he’s evil! I have stayed away from him. I’ve deleted social media,blocked his numbers and deleted my email account. It’s been a week since I spoke to him and that’s the longest I’ve gone since last year.

I blocked him and then he uses an Internet text device to send me a msg… There is really no need for him to do this. He sends my stress and anxiety levels threw the roof

Thank you. Than a for all your replies. The temptation to speak to him is always really high

Thanks kip. That’s rite and it’s why I won’t be contacting him. I may well be reading too much into the msg… It’s nothing like he used to be in the past. In the past he’d say sorry and bombard me with calls and texts which would make me feel so awful and I’d believe him in a way… Although I was still scared to ask any change from him. This time it’s just a few text and he’s just clarifying that he knows I’m a good mum and isn’t trying to have the children taken away. Maybe that’s all he’s doing. I don’t think he had any need to say it to me as he’d already said it to my dad.

H.a we really do have to be strong. In some warped sense I was glad to have gotten the msg from him. Usually by now he would’ve sent lots of messeges wanting me back… I think the horror is the world outside the bubble I’ve been living in. Yes the bubble was hell and it’s made me a shell of a person… But that’s just it. I’m so scared to start again. I was so used to that cycle that it became normal and how pathetic of me to take comfort in something that’s nearly killed me both mentally and physically. I don’t know who I am any more. I’m not old but I’m not a teenager anymore either. I’ve waisted all those years… They were all for nothing now. At least while I was still in it and still fighting- it felt like it was for something like I mite get my happily ever after. Now I have to face the world alone. I don’t feel like I can anymore because I’ve been his puppet for too long