Today is a very, very hard and sad day.(detail removed by Moderator) I returned to the place we once shared to gather the rest of my belongings and move back home with parents. It looked exactly as it did when we first moved in; bleak, cold and sparce. He had done the same thing a week prior; I hadn’t heard from him in (detail removed by Moderator), and when I returned to the apartment, it had been cleared out of our furniture and his belongings. The last thing he said to me was ‘(detail removed by Moderator)’ – the same day he moved out. This was his way of showing me that I am nothing without him, and that’s exactly how I feel. This was his way of teaching me a lesson. The damage to the apartment was too much to bear, as it was a painful reminder of just how physical our arguments/fights had become. I get flashbacks to his screaming and shouting, his pushing and shoving, his throwing and breaking my belongings, and when he used to grab me by the throat and threaten me. I feel so hurt, and so very sad. I know that I will never meet anyone else, or go on to have a bright future. I feel as though this was all I had (it wasn’t) and that it’s me that ‘blew’ it. The painful reminders and flashbacks are becoming too much.
