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When the Victim Looks Like the Villain: A Survivor’s Story of Love, Loss, and Manipulation

I never imagined that opening my heart could make me a target. My story begins like many relationships: moments of kindness, shared experiences, and the thrill of connecting with someone new. But what I thought was love slowly became complicated, blurred by manipulation, miscommunication, and the intrusion of others into my life.
I write this not just for survivors, but for friends, families, and anyone trying to understand emotional abuse—especially when the survivor is painted as the villain.

Falling in Love and Trust:
I met Cody at Walmart while shopping for a holiday party. He was kind-hearted, offering to drop me off, but I declined because my place was out of the way. Later, we went rock climbing with a friend and ran errands together. When it started raining, he lent me his jacket. These small gestures felt meaningful and thoughtful.
From the start, Cody shared his past experiences with abuse and encouraged open conversations about boundaries. I shared my own struggles: depression, being autistic, past self-harm, and past experiences of being accused of abuse for expressing vulnerability. Cody reassured me that asking for help wasn’t wrong and promised he would communicate with me, especially regarding my fear of abandonment.
He remembered little details—favorite snacks, drinks, even Monster energy flavors—and would surprise me. At first, it didn’t feel controlling. It felt like care and love.

Blurred Boundaries and Family Dynamics:
Subtle imbalances appeared early. Cody once said he’d skip spending time with his dad to make me happy, framing himself as “always wrong” and me as “always right.”
His family added tension. When he invited me to his ice rink, his parents assumed I pressured him to let me come, even though he had asked me. I wanted to respect boundaries but also show support. Other situations blurred boundaries further: he invited me behind the counter at Starbucks, which felt like bonding, but a co-worker reported it, forcing Cody to leave the job.
Later, he considered becoming a flight attendant. I shared concerns about logistics and safety, and he assured me it was his decision. Months later, he accused me of giving him an ultimatum—rewriting history entirely.

Loss, Grief, and Hypocrisy:
In June, my father passed away. I witnessed the medical examiner removing his body and collected his belongings from his apartment. Cody’s father entered without asking—violating boundaries during one of the most painful moments of my life.
Yet when Cody’s cat passed away, I was excluded from the grieving process, framed as “not family.” It felt hypocritical: my grief was dismissed while theirs was protected. I constantly questioned Cody’s intentions. Was he acting on his own desires, or letting family dictate our boundaries? I never fully knew.

Manipulation, Ghosting, and Accusations:
Throughout our relationship, I repeatedly asked Cody if I needed to change, if he was happy, or if he wanted to break up. He always reassured me.
Then, after ghosting me, he told friends I was “mentally unstable, emotionally abusive, and manipulative.” He shared my struggles with a 14-year-old, forcing me into uncomfortable conversations, and later told friends he had been emotionally “checked out” months before—while initiating intimacy and calling me his wife.
I was blindsided. I had no way to reconcile his words with the closeness we shared.

The Birthday Hotel and Emotional Betrayal:
I treated Cody to a hotel stay for my birthday on July 31st and bought gift cards for his September birthday. We were intimate and shared laughs—but then I learned, through a mutual friend, that Cody had emotionally checked out 2–3 months prior.
That meant all the gestures, intimacy, and affection might not have been real—or worse, that I had been taken advantage of emotionally and physically. This revelation left me questioning everything: the moments I cherished, the vulnerability I showed, the love I thought was mutual.

Reactive Abuse: Survivors in Survival Mode
After being blocked and cut off, I vented in a group chat of mutual friends and messaged some co-workers. I said things I regret, questioning his fairness and whether he had projected accusations onto others.
These reactions were messy—but they were human. When someone manipulates, gaslights, and isolates you, lashing out is natural. This is “reactive abuse”: when survivors react to manipulation. Survivors may look like villains, but that doesn’t erase the abuse that caused it.

The Aftermath:
Discovering Cody’s emotional detachment during our intimate months left me questioning the authenticity of our connection. Combined with ghosting, false accusations, and blurred boundaries, I felt powerless and unfairly vilified.
Manipulation thrives on confusion. Survivors may act out, vent, or lash out—but those moments do not erase the abuse they endured. Friends and families must understand that imperfect reactions do not equal guilt. They are often signs of trauma and survival.

I share this story not for sympathy, but for awareness. Being a survivor is complicated, especially when the world sees you as the villain. I hope that by sharing my experience, others will recognize manipulation, understand reactive abuse, and support survivors in compassionate, nonjudgmental ways.

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For most of my life, I struggled with one simple word: no. Saying no felt rude, almost like I was rejecting someone as a person. I worried that if I said no, I’d lose friends, be criticized, or end up alone. So, I said yes — to everything. To favors, to plans I didn’t have the energy for, to carrying other people’s burdens even when mine were already heavy.

And because of that, I spent years swallowing my own needs, my own mental health, in order to protect everyone else’s. I was always there for anyone, at any time. On the outside, it probably looked like generosity and loyalty. But inside, I often felt exhausted, drained, and — if I’m being honest — used. Used for my constant willingness to go above and beyond. Sometimes it felt like I was only appreciated when I was doing something for someone else.

The truth is that people-pleasing doesn’t actually build stronger relationships. It builds uneven ones. I thought saying yes would keep people close, but what I’ve learned is that the people who criticize you for setting boundaries were never really your friends in the first place.

These days, I have a much stronger head on my shoulders. I don’t let people walk all over me anymore. I’ve learned that real friendships don’t rely on favors — they’re built on presence, care, and genuine connection. If someone wants to see me or talk to me without needing something in return, that’s real. If I don’t get even a simple “hey, how are you?” over time, I take that as a sign.

Life is busy, I know that. We all have work and responsibilities that pull us in different directions. But it doesn’t take much to let someone know you care.

I do wish I had learned this lesson sooner. That it’s okay to say no without guilt, that boundaries are not rejection, and that my worth is not measured by how much I do for others. But I know it now. And that knowledge has changed the way I value myself and the relationships I keep close.

Lesson learned: If someone truly wants to be in your life, they’ll meet you where you are — not only when they need something from you.

“No is a complete sentence. It does not require justification or explanation.” --Unknown

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#MentalHealth #boundaries #peoplepleasing

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Lost

I fell in love with my best friend 24 years ago as of July 5th, unfortunately it was celebrated by myself because he passed away in January and it was after only ten days from collapse to having to remove the life support and getting one precious hour to be with him before he slipped away. I was with him longer than I was myself and he was the person I shared and wanted to share everything with. I'm lost without him and I am calling his phone multiple times a day because that's what we did to share the little things with each other throughout our life. I have lost 60lbs and I am unable to sleep without him. I have never been that cuddly person until I met him and now I just can't do anything alone. I'm physically hurting without him and I have never thought I would lose or be loved like that. He ruined my life by being the perfect piece of my puzzle and now I am incomplete. He said he would be irritated because I was able to find the perfect words for anything he needed to hear from me but he couldn't find the words to say to me so he sent me songs to express his feelings. I only sent him a handful of songs through the relationship and I spent hours and over a thousand songs to play him the last one he would hear from me so I could express my love and our life that way I felt so I knew he would absorb it the way he was able to apply songs to our situation. He cried and I whispered to him that I won his side smile told me that he knew I had completely understood everything in the moment and he closed his eyes. I held him until he left and I spent every moment of his last ten days with him by his side. Now he is gone but I am the one dead and unable to live without him. How can such beautiful love be stripped so easily and early when our life was still planned for us. I'm stuck and barely surviving not even existent. Where do you go when no where feels like home anymore?

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I am trying to get more comfortable with the feelings of disappointing other people, especially the people I am close to

I have always gone against what other people want if it conflicts with what I really think matters/is right. But I’ve never been good at dealing with the feelings of upsetting or letting other people down, especially the people I care about.

But now, I want to face those feelings more directly, and definitely to stop avoiding them. I want to get better at feeling them and then just letting them go. I want to make sure that those feelings rarely keep me from figuring out what I think I should do or say. And rarely keep me from following through on what I think I should do.

#Relationships #Autism #ADHD #artastherapy #MentalHealth #CPTSD #SocialAnxiety #Anxiety

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I'm new here!

Hi, I’m a 24-year-old woman who moved to another country from home. I have anxiety and sometimes get panic attacks. I often feel pretty lonely and don’t really have anyone to connect with here. I do have a partner, but because of my panic attacks, our relationship isn’t always the easiest. I’m looking for a place where I can share my experiences and connect with others who might be going through something similar.

#MightyTogether #Anxiety

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Not happy…

I’m sick and tired of my family telling me what I can and can’t do and that whatever I dream of wanting is not possible! I want to be able to be in a relationship with someone who will be with me and accept me not only who I am but what I want to be. I dream of moving somewhere where I can be accepted like California or Washington state I’m autistic and sometimes I hate it but also I feel like it makes me feel like a fuck up to my family no matter what I say or do and I’m also bisexual and another thing I’m not happy about is that I want to tell my family about my questioning my gender and sexuality is ok and we’d figure it out together but I can’t talk about my family about anything because of their harshness and judgments I never wanted to live my life as a woman I want to live my life the way I want as a trans man. I’m also looking for a partner and another thing I’m not happy about is that I’m restricted here I want to be in a place where I can be free to say what I want

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Today I had an emotional conversation at work. I've been feeling at the wrong place for a long time. Now, even the socialworker gets it: the sheltered workplace is the wrong place for me.
I've been crying a lot during the conversation. The relationships I've made there can't just be washed away....
A person of my supportsystem is trying to organize a sponsored workplace at the horsefarm.
Is it possible that all the struggles I'm walking through will turn out for my dream to come true?

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