My family and friends have been really good at supporting me this week. I feel really grateful to have them around me. I guess, in a way, our family has supported each other.
My mum was left a bit shaken up after a what I can only call aggressive and patronising phone call from his mum saying that everything was our families fault and spouting lies, that I can only assume were spread my his younger sister about my behaviour. Everything she said was clearly untrue as I had blocked his younger sister and her friends on Facebook and was out in London, without Facebook on the day this happened. As soon as I saw what his sister had written via an email notification I had to text on of my friends my password so that she could be blocked, and I trust that friend well enough to know she would have caused no further interference. His mum didn't deny anything that happened on the day I saw him, but told my mum that it must have been my fault, even when my mum replied telling her of my bruised wrist and sore shoulder. His mum also refused to acknowledge anything that his sister had said about me on Facebook, saying that it was me and my friends who were in the wrong.
His mum is not normally the kind of person to be so horrible. I can only assume that he's giving her a really hard time and as her loyalty lies with him, she is his son after all, that she feels forced to attack our family in order to 'protect' hers. My mum is rubbish in arguments; she admits herself that she is a walkover. Although she feels upset that she felt she just let his mum say what she did about me and my family, I could not be more proud of her. Her strength has been incredible, I would have not even been able to face the phone call.
Apart from that Christmas seems to be going smoothly. I went to a Christmas fitness class with all my friends from work yesterday and then feasted on goats cheese in the local cafe. All my presents are wrapped and the tree is looking lovely. All I need to hope for now is that I don't have a night filled with nightmares again tonight. I sleep and all I see is him. Different dreams, sometimes I'm back outside his house and he's shouting at me again about how I'm a coward and the only thing he admires is that I came to see him, other times he's laughing at me and telling me about his doubts about our relationship and how stupid I am. The worst one was last night though, I dreamt that he was crying, just crying and that he held my hand but he wouldn't stop crying. His family were all around arguing and I just felt this sense of incredible loss. I don't want a dream like that again.
My mum was left a bit shaken up after a what I can only call aggressive and patronising phone call from his mum saying that everything was our families fault and spouting lies, that I can only assume were spread my his younger sister about my behaviour. Everything she said was clearly untrue as I had blocked his younger sister and her friends on Facebook and was out in London, without Facebook on the day this happened. As soon as I saw what his sister had written via an email notification I had to text on of my friends my password so that she could be blocked, and I trust that friend well enough to know she would have caused no further interference. His mum didn't deny anything that happened on the day I saw him, but told my mum that it must have been my fault, even when my mum replied telling her of my bruised wrist and sore shoulder. His mum also refused to acknowledge anything that his sister had said about me on Facebook, saying that it was me and my friends who were in the wrong.
His mum is not normally the kind of person to be so horrible. I can only assume that he's giving her a really hard time and as her loyalty lies with him, she is his son after all, that she feels forced to attack our family in order to 'protect' hers. My mum is rubbish in arguments; she admits herself that she is a walkover. Although she feels upset that she felt she just let his mum say what she did about me and my family, I could not be more proud of her. Her strength has been incredible, I would have not even been able to face the phone call.
Apart from that Christmas seems to be going smoothly. I went to a Christmas fitness class with all my friends from work yesterday and then feasted on goats cheese in the local cafe. All my presents are wrapped and the tree is looking lovely. All I need to hope for now is that I don't have a night filled with nightmares again tonight. I sleep and all I see is him. Different dreams, sometimes I'm back outside his house and he's shouting at me again about how I'm a coward and the only thing he admires is that I came to see him, other times he's laughing at me and telling me about his doubts about our relationship and how stupid I am. The worst one was last night though, I dreamt that he was crying, just crying and that he held my hand but he wouldn't stop crying. His family were all around arguing and I just felt this sense of incredible loss. I don't want a dream like that again.
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