Pre – warning – this blog post contains details of physical and mental abuse and mention of eating disorders. Please do not read it if it will do your mental health any harm.
It’s hard to put into words what I want to say to you. Last night I had a long conversation with my partner about you, because I was plagued with memories of things you did to me 9 years ago. It was hard to tell my partner because there’s still always a part of me that’s embarrassed that maybe it was my fault – you always told me it was. I’ve never had the chance to talk about what happened, every therapist I’ve been to has always focused on the present, not the past, but I suppose they don’t have the time to delve into my back catalog.
I wish I knew why. Why did you chose to start dating a 14 year old girl when you were almost 19? I won’t even mention what this makes you – but it begins with a P. Why did you decide to start physically and mentally abusing her when she was 15 until she was 20? I know people tend to follow trends, and I know that your dad used to hit you. Which made it even stranger how much you loved him, but maybe I’ve been a fool to this too? I could give you the excuse that you knew no better, but I don’t think you deserve it. I witnessed my dad verbally abusing my mum for 15 years, I saw it when he hit her round the face on Christmas day, I saw it when she used to hide in the closet and cry. I knew how they fought – I knew that they ‘resolved’ their arguments by screaming at each other until they were exhausted.
With you, I learnt 2 methods of arguing.
1 – I could scream back and eventually you’d get so mad that I wasn’t submitting that you would hit me, then you’d cry and tell me it was my fault and when I comforted you everything would be okay again.
2 – I could dissociate so that your words didn’t hurt anymore, I could tell you exactly what you wanted to hear until you stopped.
After 20 years of learning that the way to resolve arguments were through screaming matches, I’m self aware enough to know that it’s wrong. I can catch myself behaving this way – using mean words and raising my voice, and I know why I do it and I know that it’s not right. It’s a work in progress but with every argument I have, I try not to behave like my past mistakes. I hate that you carried on the negative cycle that my parents had showed me for a decade and a half before. I hate that I let you and that I thought it was okay because I loved you. I hate that this negative cycle still has an affect on my relationships today.
I want you to know that I don’t care if you think I’m fat anymore, for the most part, I don’t care about anyone’s opinion of my body but my own anymore. The affect you had on my body image was colossal. When we first got together I was a size 10 – 12. Later on, I asked you what you thought of me when we first met and you told me that your first impression was that I was fat. For years, you didn’t want to have sex with me because you weren’t attracted to me. One time, you stopped me in the supermarket and stared at me. I asked what you were looking at, and you told me ‘I was just wondering if I would find you attractive if I just came across you in a shop’. I asked ‘would you?’ and you said ‘I don’t know, probably not.’ This is just one example of the many shitty comments that you made to me about my weight and my appearance. Eventually, I got to the stage where I would look at your ex girlfriends and examine what you liked so much about them – you liked to remind me of how attractive they were. You liked blondes – so I dyed my hair blonde. You liked skinny girls – so I counted my calories and exercised excessively and never addressed the fact that after 3 years of behaving this way I had quickly developed an eating disorder. But hey, I lost 3 dress sizes and you finally told me I was ‘almost perfect’. What makes me so sad is that I thought that was one of the best things you’ve ever said to me. I had a troubled relationship with food and my body for the most part of 10 years, and I’m finally almost okay. I would like to think you’ve changed and realised that other peoples bodies are none of your god damn business, but sadly your wife also clearly has this problem. I was best friends with her for 4 years, she was always a healthy size, since you two got into a relationship she’s so skinny that you can see every bone in her spine. Maybe it’s just coincidence, and maybe you’re helping her through it, but either way I hope she’s okay.
Did you know that my family actually do love me? You told me they didn’t for such a long time that I actually believed you. It may come as a surprise to you that there are people in my life who consider me a friend – you always told me I was incapable. Among the many words you said to me, the ones that stick out are ‘worthless, inherently selfish, useless/ what are you even good for?, everything is your fault, no one else will ever love you, you made me do it’. I would like you to know that I’m worth everything I have manifested in myself to become the person I am today. It wasn’t my fault, someone does love me much more than you ever did, I’m not selfish and I did not make you abuse me. I’m sick of feeling embarrassed over what you did to me, I’m sick of my grandparents mentioning you whenever you’re in the paper for one of your films, I’m sick of you haunting me even after we broke up 4 years ago.
I’m aware that this letter probably comes off as hateful and passive aggressive at points, but I want to say thank you. Thank you for making me realise what I’m worth, and who I’m worth. Thank you for making me aware of every danger sign I should look out for. Thank you for moving on, after calling me every day for 2 months after we broke up to tell me you were going to kill yourself and it would be my fault, thank you for not killing yourself. Above all, thank you for the experience I needed in my life to help me realise the difference between wrong and right in relationships. We both made mistakes, we were wrong for each other, and I can’t say that there weren’t times I strayed from my moral compass in ways that could hurt you emotionally. I apologised for everything I did wrong so many times that you got sick of telling me you forgive me. I want you to know that I’ll always remain sorry for any pain I caused you that wasn’t in self defense, even though it was nothing that left a psychical scar. We stayed together for 6 years too long, but at least I came out on the other side with a wealth of experience about how not to live my life. The last thing I wish I could say to you is that I forgive you, but I don’t think you ever said sorry.
I wish this was the end for us, but your voice will continue to live inside my brain for a long time. I’m finally coming to terms with the fact that the things that happened have affected the way I live my life today. I’m going to do everything in my power to change and eradicate every piece of doubt you ever put in my head until I forget what your voice sounds like and I forget how it feels to think I’m not worthy of love and respect.
I hope that inside yourself you’ve said sorry to me. Know that one day I will forgive you, even though I’ll never hear the words come out of your mouth.