It is amazing that I am still getting anywhere between 6-7 p.m.'s a day with people offering me advice, wishing me well and wanting to know what happened.
I was just going to delete this account because as we all know both of our family's and all of our friends have now seen and read my posts. Hell even a co-worker figured it out and has been giving me his advice.
My last post on /r/relationships did not go over so well. In fact I received twice the amount of hate p.m.'s in that one than I did any other type of p.m. combined. A lot of them were heartfelt disappointment in me and some of them were down right vile in nature. I don't even want to repeat here what was said to me.
I ended up on another sub reddit because my posts had been linked to them. It certainly was an eye opening experience for me. Growing up I've always been taught certain views and then to see a group of people go against the grain so to speak and do so without shame or apology was a new experience for me.
In talking with them I did let them know that there was a new development that occurred last week in that she wanted me to attend her Friday therapy session with her to provide me with additional information regarding things that had happened over the past year, specifically in regards to her being with someone else.
Also full disclosure here, what I am about to say is with her consent. She is not happy about it but she also knows since all of our friends and family will be reading this that this was the only way to get it out all at once. Because they already thought the worst of her anyway, which she is heartbroken over btw and she wants her friends back.
I went to the office and was expecting the absolute worst. I was expecting that she either had been with other people as well or she had been with this guy since she agreed to quit. In fact I stupidly said in that other sub that if this were the case I was done, no questions asked.
I actually got there before she did and got to sit in awkward silence in the waiting room until she came in. Brief chit chat and pleasantries exchanged but I was already super nervous.
The therapist tells me that Sara has something she wants me to see and she hands me a hand written journal that she has been keeping since the first week they started therapy. Sara start bawling and barries her face in her lap and there are two post it notes being used as bookmarks that I am to read.
The first post it note was very early in the book and in it she describes our first meeting at her parents house from her point of view. In the book she wrote "Chad was very cold and distant from me" and goes on to talk about wondering if I thought she did this on purpose and if she was ruined. It kept spiraling down until she started to have bitter feelings towards me because of it.
If you remember from my very first post I was instructed to act this way by her Mother. She said when she saw my post it immediately struck her that we were both talking about the same night. She has since confronted her mother about this and confirmed my version of the story. As it turns out this was not the advice of the therapist (she wasn't even involved yet) nor was this advice from a Doctor. This was advice they were given by a rape advocate who was with Sara in the E.R.
This woman literally told them to not let me near her until she wanted me there. Nobody ever asked her, she thought I didn't want to be there.
This was more of a kick in the gut than I can describe accurately. Every single damn thing that went down hill from there was because a man hating woman (and the more I've heard about her the more I believe that to be the case) told them to keep us apart.
I have already filed a complaint with the hospital administration and they have asked for a written statement which I am sending to them.
How fucking different would the last year have been if this person had not interjected herself into our lives. Both of us thought neither of us initially wanted to be around the other, when in fact that was the furthest thing from the truth.
Now honestly it does not explain everything else that happened, like her distance with me even almost a year later, but that was the catalyst for everything.
We spent almost the entire hour talking about that part then I went to read the second post it note that was about mid way through the journal.
I have to be very careful with what I say here.
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