Last week I wrote about my trust issues and my first serious relationship. Little was I to know that I was going to go out of the frying pan and into the fire! Warning: This post is much longer than my normal 600 or so words. Please grab yourself a cuppa and settle in for a read!
I think before I start I need to make it clear that I am not writing this post for sympathy, I just hope that what I have gone through helps someone else out there in a similar position. The scars from emotional abuse last long after the situation has ended and it takes someone very understanding to help you work through what has happened.
I met W in November 1994 in a pub in Surrey. He was flirtatious from the outset. I ignored him. He had a girlfriend and wasn’t really my type. A month or so later he asked for my telephone number and I stupidly thought he was single when he arranged to take me out for a drink.