Originally Posted by
PistachioCake 
Were you the one slamming the door or did you get the door slammed in your face?
This post really has me thinking about my choice to leave my xabf back in October.
We do not slam the door in their face first. We slam the door shut after they have slammed it upside of our head over and over and over and over again. How many slams does it take for us to finally get to the point where we say "ENOUGH"?
I still hurt. The whole abusive/alcoholic/drug addiction rollercoaster led me into a full blown nervous breakdown. I never want to be that person again. It will be years of recovery for me, I am sure. Time and no contact are helping. If I get an annoying sappy memory I try to immediately replace it with the reality of that hateful, entitled person starting with the extreme hate that he had in his eyes when he was drinking or blackout drunk. I try to remember that even partially sober (I do not think that he ever was completely sober) he was a nasty, entitled, controlling speshul snowflake.