An important letter by Lauren Mayberry

„At the time, it felt like things changed slowly, like I woke up one day in a relationship and a reality that I did not recognize, but I“™m sure the signs were there the whole time. When we met, he seemed charming. He was smart, passionate, creative, and caring. But after the first few months, he became increasingly paranoid, insecure, jealous, and depressed. Everything became my fault. I was careless. I was stupid. I was selfish. I was not trustworthy. I was a weak person who would fail at anything she tried so I shouldn“™t bother. He hated me, but then he loved me and I was the best person in the world “” until I wasn“™t anymore.

Whenever I would wake from my naïve stupor to challenge any of his assertions, he would apologize, saying that he was afraid to lose me or afraid for me and was, in fact, protecting me from everyone else “” they were really the problem. Or he would deny point blank that anything was wrong. He would say that I was overreacting. That I was making it all up in my head. That I couldn“™t trust the people who were expressing concern for me because they were the ones who were trying to manipulate me.

Hindsight is always 20/20. I now see each of these small incidents as an attempt to intimidate me into doing what he wanted, and they worsened every time I tried to get out, his need to control me becoming even more important in order to keep me close and “safe“ in the toxic world we had created. We broke up, we got back together “” lather, rinse, repeat.

I must have known on some level that the situation wasn“™t right. I deliberately hid a lot of the details from people close to me, discreetly covering up the cracks in the hopes that it was “just a phase“ or with the misguided notion that I had somehow got myself into this mess and it was my job to get out of it. I told little white lies to hide his passive aggression (or obvious and outright aggression) from the outside world. “He didn“™t come tonight because he“™s busy“ meant “He didn“™t come tonight because he stormed out of my house earlier and has been sending me an abusive string of text messages since.“ “What he means is “¦“ became the standard beginning to far too many sentences used to excuse his actions.

Maybe I was an enabler who, out of fear or a twisted sense of loyalty, continued to avoid reality. To this day, I don“™t think I have given a full account of everything that happened to anyone I know. After being immersed in that situation for so long, I began to question my own competence and distrust my own opinions, and my physical and mental health deteriorated to a point that caused friends and family to intervene.

(…) In the end, after several failed attempts, I walked away. The cycle had to stop. I cut off all contact and changed the locks to my flat, just in case. I used to feel guilty about the way I left and how long it took me to get there, but I don“™t anymore “” because everyone“™s health and happiness is precious, and anyone who doesn“™t play by those rules doesn“™t get to be a part of your life.

(…)I know that the boundaries I create deserve to be respected. That self-care is not the same as selfishness. That this is my life, my voice, my body, my rules, and that no one gets to determine my narrative apart from me.“


You can read the whole article by Lauren Mayberry in the Lenny Letter (October 27, 2015).