Open Question: How do I get over an ex who destroyed my life?
Wednesday, February 1st, 2012OK, I was with my ex “James” for 5 months, and it was undoubtedly the worst 5 months of my life. For starters, he made me move out of my apartment in the city to a basement “apartment” in the rural area he lived in, so that I’d be close to him. The move was very stressful and I got no help from him or his family, and I had to quit my job in the process. I bought a used car on my own, the biggest purchase of my life, and he and his family only told me that I bought a “terrible” car and that I got ripped off by “shiesters.” This was very upsetting to me.
After quitting my job, I had nothing to do during the day but lie in bed and go shopping with him. He told me I was a terrible driver, and I developed a fear of driving to the point I eventually had to have him drive me everywhere — to the grocery store, library, etc because I was too afraid to drive my own car. Being with him was sheer torture. He was always telling me how stupid and ugly I am, how I’m going to amount to nothing in life, how my career ambition of being a lawyer is joke, and he and his parents were always laughing at me because I have a receeding hairline.
I was so depressed, all I wanted to do was lie in bed all day, but he’d find jobs on craigslist for me to apply to, and I eventually got one … at a fast food restaurant. And I got fired too. He also had me work for his father, handing out cheese samples at a grocery store, and I was terrible at that too. He and his parents would always laugh at how I was their “worst” demo person. And then, when it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, I was hospitalized for really bad food poisoning. I was found unconscious in my apartment after collapsing in a pile of my own waste. Yes, I lost control of my bowels and went to the bathroom on the floor. I was taken to the hospital by ambulance, and at first, James and his parents thought I had AIDS, and then, they thought I had attempted suicide because my landlord said she heard “yelling” coming from my “apartment.”
I did not have health insurance, and James thought that was hilarious. When I was discharged, he said to me, “Now do you believe us when we say you need health insurance?” He thought I was going to be forced to pay some ridiculous hospital bill (and couldn’t stop laughing because of that), when in actuality, I never paid the hospital a dime.
After driving me home from the hospital, he stopped talking to me altogether, deeming me too much of a “trainwreck” to be my friend. This was ultimately a blessing in disguise though, because as soon as he left my life, my problems disappeared. I got over my fear of driving. I moved away from him and got a new job. I made some new friends that are nice and supportive to me. But in spite of the dramatic improvements in my life, I can’t stop thinking about him, and how I let a complete stranger destroy my life. He wasn’t even handsome. He’s an ugly, fat @sshole.
Why did I let a stranger destroy my life? And is there anything I can do to prevent this from happening again? Also, how do I stop thinking about him? I just want to move on with my life and forget about him and his parents for good.
Thanks for the advice. I really appreciate it. I’ve thought about seeing a therapist. His mom is actually a therapist lol (and she should have her license revoked). And I haven’t given up on being a lawyer. I got into law school, but I was unable to attend because with work, it would just be too demanding right now. I’m also looking into becoming a social worker. Hopefully I’ll be in school again next fall.