Merely his outrage over whatever my feelings were would always take center stage until I'd accept that what I felt and needed was insignificant, deeply foolish, or absurdly offensive.
No matter what I said, or how diligently and compassionately I articulated my self expression, it resulted in the same outcome— His outrage, and then his claims of my lack of consideration for him.
I was trying so hard not to do anything wrong, but no matter what I did or didn't do he kept saying that I was being selfish, crazy, or stupid.
Then there would be silence for days..which was quite possibly exactly what my feelings were hurt by to begin with.
I wouldn't dare reach out to him first by text or a call. I had been trained to never do such a thing for he described it as needy, suffocating, and "crazy shit"
I was constantly trying to figure out what I could do better, because everything I did always seemed to be so wrong and upsetting to him. I didn't know what to do, but I NEVER stopped trying.— Wasn’t Allowed
