Jealousy was the very first trait of abuse I was exposed to by my abuser. It was severe and I didn’t understand why at the time. I’ve always been more comfortable around men. I think I get along better with men because I can be myself, as women seem to be much more judgmental and catty. During my teenage years, I had a different type of attention from the guys. They didn’t all just – want to be “friends”. So it goes without saying that it was hard for me to maneuver through those years, that are difficult enough trying to figure out who you are as a person, and then on top of that trying to ward off people who only wanted one thing.
Luckily, I had a group of guys I could rely on for friendship. Whether they felt a certain way or not, it was not discussed, and these friendships remained intact from grade school through high school – that is until I ended up with Mr. Jealousy. After that, most friendships ended (male & female) and everyone was suspect. Some guys gave a peck on the cheek hello which made him furious, and he demanded it stop. Hanging out also stopped. It was no longer necessary being as my time was now to be exclusive to one person. As the years went on, any man I spoke to, whether it be at work or at a supermarket, gave way to me being questioned. Did I ever date them? Did I ever sleep with them? Am I currently sleeping with them? The barrage of questions was never ending. And no answer was believed.
Be warned…what may start off as cute “aw, he’s jealous” will without a doubt turn into a psychotic unrelenting abnormal hail of bullshit.
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