Being emotionally abused has officially broken me.

For almost two years, I’ve put up with his shit. The name calling, the insults, to the point where I even started to believe that something is wrong with me. That I’m the one to blame for every little argument we ever had.

I asked for reassurance every time a girl from work would message him because he had emotionally cheated in the past. And also lied about girls he had been involved with. Apparently, that was too much to ask for and that I’m delusional for thinking he’d do anything physical.

I asked him to stop calling me stupid. He proceeded to.

I asked him to not cover one shift so we could spend some time together since he had worked 4 days in a row, all day until close // his boss doesn’t treat him right. Again, too much to ask for.

I ask him to stop playing his games for a day, so we can go to the cinema. That’s a problem.

We lose a baby at 7+ weeks, but apparently, that’s my fault, even though I have PCOS.

But today was the stop light for me. I sat there, feeling so fucking unloved and pathetic and worthless.

I have no one to talk to because he didn’t want me to have “friends.” I guess I just needed to vent.

Let me just say that... feeling beyond unloved is devastating. Like, is there something wrong with me?

I’m literally sobbing and I haven’t eaten all day. I’m just broken.