Just read the last paragraph if you don't have the time to read everything.
We started dating when I was 19 (almost 20) and he was the same age as my dad. I was still very childish at that time. I think my mental age was about 14 -15 years old. And I was looking for someone who would replace my dad. Basically I was looking for a father figure in my life supposedly because I had a really tough relationship with my father. I didn't find young guys attractive... I had very low self esteem and no self worth. I even wanted to be a prostitute just to make myself feel even worse. I was self destructive. I was very stupid. I was a mess.
When I met my bf, I told him how I felt about myself. I told him that I wanted to be raped, I wanted to be a whore or to be treated like one. I told him a lot of bullshit which I was sucked into at that time. And so my ex started it the way I wanted. He invited me over his house on the second date and when I refused to give him a blow job he yelled at me and told me to get the **ck out. He was serious and it wasn't a role game. I didn't like it cos everything I thought I wanted was bullshit. In fact I really wanted exactly the opposite - to be loved and cared for. I told him about that and my ex bf adapted to it and started treating me normally. So we became a normal couple more or less. He was caring and supportive but he was so short tempered at the same time. He yelled at me almost every time we met. He called me names too. He gave me a lot of support at the same time. He inspired me to do things. When I was into photography he liked it. And my parents didn't. When I was making stuffed toys he liked them. My parents didn't. When I was molding sculptures he liked them. My parents didn't. He brought me beautiful fabric from abroad so I could make more toys. He helped me to write a CV to apply for a job cos I hadn't done that before. He was always there for me. Always available on the phone. He was supportive when I had arguments with my parents. He even paid for my therapy for a few months. He had anger issues but he seemed to be a good person. And besides his anger problems everything else was fine with him. He had a good job, friends, lovely family... He was truly compassionate. He was my everything, he was like air for me to breath.
There were times when he tried hard to improve, tried not to get angry as often. There were times when we had a few good days without yelling. He was still very irritated at times and his tone of voice was mean but he didn't yell. He stopped calling me names. Then as we hit 2 years anniversary I got a job and I fell in love with a guy at work but we didn't even kiss ( basically it was more like infatuation than love). The relationship with my bf was very rocky but better than how it started. I told my bf that I fell in love with the guy at work. That was a mistake. He could never fully forgive me for that even though I didn't sleep with the guy and the feelings for him had vanished quickly. Ever since the relationship with my bf kept getting worse. The relationship became sexless... I had to beg him for it and at the begining he would initiate it most of the time. My bf started calling me names again. I started seeing him less and less and he was pissed about that too. He would yell at me on the phone and hang up on me and I would call him back multiply times until he picked up the phone to yell at me again. He yelled at me over stupid meaningless things...When I told him that I missed my college days he exploded with anger cos he thought I was lying. I was so clingy I could stay awake all night just to keep sending him msgs all night. I was writing his name thousand times on Skype. I was writing his name on my skin with needles. Once after another big argument I carved on my leg "Lost my daddy". Cos that's how I felt. He would buy me gifts for special occasions but he would always tell me later that I wasn't good enough for them or that I was begging for them when I never ever did. If I returned him the gift after an argument he would get angry too.
I couldn't leave him cos that would feel like losing a parent, losing comfort of being protected and being cared for.
Eventually the arguments got worse. The worst one happened 3 months ago when my dog broke his legs. I was home alone and I was so worried about my dog that I didn't go out to buy food for me and gave up eating. I was starving for a few days and my bf came to my house to bring me some food. He stayed at night too. He tried to comfort me and he bought me a bike to make me feel better. I tried to be caring too. For example I woke up 1 hour earlier than him to dry his wet clothes with a hairdryer cos he had to go to work. That day we had an argument when he came back from work. I complained that he was too late( I was just upset, not yelling or anything) and he got angry and threatened to take the bike away. I said that it wouldn't bother me. He yelled that I rejected his gift again. (Did he want me to beg for it? what else was I supposed to say?) That evening I was biting my nails cos I was worried about my dog's broken legs and my bf didn't like the sound. He started filming me with his phone to make me stop. I started filming him too. He grabbed my laptop and erased the video. Then he started yelling. He jumped on the sofa and started yelling in my face. I raised my hand instinctually to move his face away and accidentally left a small scratch on his face. He thought I did it intentionally. He started calling me names and I didn;t act submissive and started calling him names back. He was threatening to hit me by showing me his fist and then he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down on the floor. He slapped me and hit me a few times. I started screaming and tried to hit him back. He squeezed my neck for a few seconds really hard. I was crying all evening and I woke up with concussion symptoms the day after.
Then I tried to break up with my bf again but it didn't work. We became friends again. I tried to be as distant as possible. We started communicating by sending emails only. Then I let him closer 2 months ago and he yelled at me as soon as we got on the phone. I said that I was taking some tests to check if i had aspenger syndrome which proved me wrong and he told me to shut up cos I had nothing wrong with me and to never bring this up again. I said why? Why can't I talk about it? He said cos if he tells me to shut up why can't I simply do it? And he called me names and hang up on me again. I blocked him everywhere I could and I haven't answered his calls ever since( he called a week and then 2 weeks after it happened).
So now I am trying not to call him but it is very hard. I feel very isolated. Being without him feels like hell. It feels like its easier to be with him than being alone.
I don't want to do anything anymore. I don't want to live. (( I feel like if I was a child who lost their parent. Like I am in a very dark place alone. I feel like it will never end.
I've read a lot of threads where people write "it's been a year and I can't get over my ex" I know I will feel the same 1 year from now. Just like they do.
Therapy won't help. I've tried it before. it never helped. And I had an unproffesional therapist in the past who even made me feel much more insecure.
I feel like calling him and moving into his house again. I would feel better than now I am sure. Do you have any advice guys? Has anybody been through anything similar? I hope you haven't cos it is hell.(