6 victim of manipulated affair

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6
I liked his relationship status and starting commenting on his stuff playing around like we always use to when we were just goofy friends. He would comment stuff on my posts that made me wonder if he was still being a jerk, but i gave the benefit of the doubt. I commented something on one of his posts playing around like my normal joking self. He managed to bring up that we use to talk all the time but we haven’t spoke in months. So, i publicly responded to his public comment. I told him he got pissed at me when i told him i couldn’t talk all the time cause i was busy. I said how he told me we we may talk way in the future. He got mad at me and deleted the comment then private messaged me telling me that i need to watch what i put publicly. I told him he started it and if he didn’t want it public he should have private messaged me. From here it was like a blood battle. Both of us went back and forth he told me i was acting like a bitch and that i was a cunt. All this is his mind because i wanted him to stop harassing me. I needed some space and he couldn’t handle it. One minute I’m his best friend the next I’m the woman he is in love with that he can’t live without, then suddenly, because i stopped taking crap off of him and he could no longer control me, I’m suddenly this horrible person that never put any effort into the friendship. i have always been this mean evil person that was so terrible that he finally had to get rid of. His girlfriend asked him If there was any history between him and i, he told her no, that we were just friends. He went right to fb and accused me, indirectly, of having an affair but staying with my husband, who beat me but not recently, because God said marriage is for life. What a lie! I stayed because we decided to give it One last shot. Cause there was just that little spark left of love that i didn’t believe existed at one time. I sure didn’t want to bail ship and run away with the likes of him. He made fun of my Christianity, acted like i wasn’t a good Christian and tried shaming me for something that he did. He pushed and minipulated my brain. Constanlty begged to hang out just as friends. Promised to keep his hands off. Made me feel bad about his depression cause i wouldn’t give him more time. Drilled in my head that God didn’t want me in my marriage cause of how i was being treated. Talked sexually of our life together after we were married. It was just on and on. He chiseled at me nonstop, he touched me off and on to get me use to it and tried to convince me that it wasn’t cheating if we just held hands, but we never did. I kept telling him no. If there was any trick out there, he tried to use it. I know people will say everyone has there own mind, they you makeyour own choices, but honestly until you have experienced it personally you have no idea. It slips up on you slowly, devouring you until there is nothing left but regret and guilt. I spent a lot of time angry at him and myself. I was angry that i didn’t have the mind set to make him stop, that i was falling into this trap so blindly. After a little over a year it hit me that what he had done to me was infact sexual assault.

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Author: heidifowler

I'm a 34 year old with 3 wonderful kids, an amazing husband that ended up rescuing me from who i thought was trying to rescue me. i am the woman that makes mistakes but learns from them. i am not who i was a little over a year ago. last year i was easily manipulated, being made to feel guilty, and struck down by people i trusted. this year i have learned about myself and still learning...how to be strong. how to protect myself and never be a victim again.

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