Cait is asleep next to me, we are in France for the weekend to see fishes and the sea. She had a hard time falling asleep tho but everything is ok now and I just took my pill to sleep and stay in a good mood.
Yesterday night was a brutal night for me. It was the first time that I was pushed away just because he couldn't get what he wanted. With a loud sigh, then a push, then nothing and I fell asleep, too astonished to process what just happened. It was pure violence and it is hard to get that out of my mind. Thanks to my med I think I took it quite lightly? If not I think I would be truly traumatized by it. I am glad I took my med, it became a faint memory almost right away. I am also glad I told him. Being frustrated or not feeling wanted doesn't excuse this kind of behaviour. Told him it was really violent and traumatizing and it turned me off more than ever. Because what, a month is too much? I am not close enough to him? I am not sucking him off every week so it's unbearable???
I don't know.... I felt like it was my fault, not showing him enough that I want him. But then when you think about it it's just irrational, purely physical, and not even prepping me beforehand does mean a lot. He just wanted to get his dick wet that's it. Who cares about me. Frustration just got him there and it's scary.
I felt used and I hope I will never forget this feeling. Because I didn't show any sexual interest for a month, this is what I got.
Being sick it's just an excuse. Being in burnout as well. Being mentally ill is bullshit. Excuses.
Feeling small, betrayed, violated,... It doesn't feel good at all.
I hope I won't forget, but I also hope I can move forward.