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Dance to Traumatic Overtures  Isabelle stood staring into the mirror at what had been a perfect complexion, and now she hardly recognized the image reflected. Her lip was swollen and a bright red mark crossed her lips. Her neck bore two large bruises on each side under her chin. Her forehead had a bright red mark where her frown mark lay. She winced as she dabbed at her forehead with a cotton ball of peroxide. Her tears welled up again, and Isabelle blinked them back, as one fell onto her cheek. While she inspected the marks, flashbacks of him flew before her inner eyes. She had traumas now, that would have to be healed. He came in and asked her to start his shower. She did so and then he asked her to get in as well. She disrobed and did as told. He stepped in behind her. His hands began washing her body tenderly. "Baby, I love you so much. I am so very sorry and ashamed I put my hands on you" Tears welled into his eyes. "You are my Queen and I will never hurt you like that again" He slid to his knees on the tile as the water sprayed them both. He wrapped his arms around Isabelle's waist and he pressed his head to her tummy. Isabelle couldn't help but caress his hair as he sobbed into her body. Isabelle knew the defining moment had come when he had succumbed to the anger , rather than the choice of de-escalating. Isabelle knew almost assuredly this was likely to occur again. But, he seemed so sincere. Perhaps, he would prove the rule wrong. Isabelle felt ashamed for considering such. However, only 2 weeks would pass before he would once again do it. It was a cycle, he pushed her away, and she would cling for dear life. The trauma bond would keep her coming back, and he would speak to her with disdain and condescending tone or as kind as could be to confuse her further. Isabelle would be wounded and scurry away only to return , needing his approval so very much. He would soften and give promises of a future they would share in some way, past the current working situation, and then retreat into his solitary space again. . She would kick herself each time for not being strong enough to tell him to fuck off, and not return. With each time that he was cruel and cold, a little piece of her heart died. Soon Isabelle would care no more, and move on. Song for this Post Say Something - Christina Aguilera - Colin |
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Hopefully, the fight or flight instinct will kick in soon.......
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Say something, I'm giving up on you I'll be the one, if you want me to Anywhere, I would've followed you Say something, I'm giving up on you And I am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl Say something, I'm giving up on you I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you Anywhere, I would've followed you Say something, I'm giving up on you And I will swallow my pride You're the one that I love And I'm saying goodbye Say something, I'm giving up on you And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you And anywhere, I would have followed you Oh-oh, say something, I'm giving up on you Say something, I'm giving up on you Say something
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absolutely no excuse for anything like that. She needs to tell hime to fuck off and leave or get someone to beat the piss out of him. "hospital not morgue"
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"With each time that he was cruel and cold, a little piece of her heart died. Soon Isabelle would care no more, and move on.", hopefully before he kills her.
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Run, Isabelle ... Run... please just run away!
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Narcistic? Borderline? Psychopath/Sociopath? Out of the way, abuse, womans beater? femicide? misogyny? He, needs as much therapy, as she does.... There are a lot of women in this kind of "relation".... it is abuse, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, maybe even...? Who knows? The most important thing is RUN! change the key lock!
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Violence never solves anything however a broken kneecap on an attacker doesn't sound too bad. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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