Sher Bear

If Chuck Schumer enjoys a single day in NYC for the rest of his life without being told to go fuck himself at least once, then NYC will have utterly failed as a society.

They are doing things quietly in the background just as much as they're doing things loudly.

Removing knowledge and truth is 100% slowly and steadily.

#resist

Accurate.

I fully recognize that I am screaming into the void - but I love the void.

I'mma scream as long as I need to.

Pt 31
if you're with someone or starting to see someone: the second you don't feel safe -- take space.

If they react in a way that shows you who they are: believe them.

Pt 30
I won't be compromising who I am for anyone EVER again. And neither should you. Gender and sexual preference doesn't matter when it comes to abuse.

If you managed to read through this whole thing, I have one request:

Pt 29
I don't hate him. He is a wounded man who took those complicated feelings out on me. He said he was getting help, and I hope that's true.

That being said, nothing excuses how he treated me. I understand that now.

Pt 28
I know I have a long road ahead, but I know a step in the process is being open about what I've gone through for the past four years. I never could have imagined that I'd go through something like this. It happened so gradually.

Pt 27
But I'm doing it! I'm blessed with the family I have. My parents are supporting me while I focus on healing and rebuilding.

This Women's History Month I'm focusing on the most important woman in my life: myself.

Pt 27
I'm doing so much better now, but I'm still in the early healing phases. My heart still pounds when I hear certain sounds - I always had to keep an ear out for seizure sounds.

I got triggered by something on TV - I have a lot of healing to do.

Pt 26
He was persistent. His grandmother even reached out to my mom to try and talk to me. I know for a fact I have emails from him hitting my spam box even right now.

February 15th, 2025, was the day I made the decision to reclaim myself.

Pt.25
I wanted to get his response to my letter. He began to blame me, yet again.

I ended it and asked him not to talk to me. That was ignored. He emailed and texted me every day. I had to keep those unblocked because we shared a lease and had other issues to handle.

Pt 24
I drove home to my parents. When I got in, I broke down. My parents asked me to move back home, and I said yes immediately. I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

My hope was that he'd take that time to think while I was away. I decided to call him before I did anything.

Pt 23
I had to move fast -- i wrote him a letter expressing all my feelings, and I said I'd be back in three days. I rushed with packing my bag, more so focusing on the basic essentials for me and Onyx. I had to be quick, because if he got home, my car would be blocked in the garage by his.

Pt 22
Our last fight he got in my face, barely an inch from my face. I was scared. The next morning , I attempted to work, but the day before was making me crazy.

After great advice from my wifey, I decided to leave.

Pt 21
The objective robot said I was in an emotional abusive relationship that could potentially escalate to the physical.

Still, I felt I owed him because he had been supporting me financially for several months. I had no right to leave.

Pt 20
I was determined to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I provided context as it continued to analyze the conversation and our relationship. The objective robot said I was in an emotional abusive relationship that could potentially escalate to the physical.

Pt. 19
He ran after me and grabbed me by my arms, which knocked me off balance, and I fell to the ground.

After, I transcribed it and uploaded it to ChatGPT (I know, it's evil, but it's what I had). I wanted an objective opinion, as my friends would always be on my side.

Pt 18
He was mad because I lost too much weight, and he thought it was Intentional. He preferred it when I was heavier. I had run upstairs to get some space, because I couldn't think when he rapid fire yelled at me.

Pt 17
I was tired all the time. I lost way too much weight because I had no appetite. I was stressed all the time -- I never knew what mood he'd be in when he'd get home. I didn't realize I had been walking on eggshells every single day.

I decided to record him during one of the last fights we had.

Pt. 16
Same with Christmas; all the activities I loved -- he didn't like them. They were too cheesy or simply did not enjoy them. I gave up the delights I loved about Christmas. This past Christmas, I didn't even put the tree up.

I didn't feel the pieces of myself slipping away.

Pt 15? Sure.
All I ever wanted in a partner was someone I could dance with, but he hated dancing in public.

I was excited to do my first Halloween couples costume with him. But he didn't care about Halloween. The past three years are the first time in my LIFE I didn't dress up.

Pt.14
I had to defend friendships, despite him saying I needed to talk to my friends more when I got emotionally overwhelmed.

We had plenty of good times together, so I just figured I was the problem, and I needed to do better. My sense of self was gone.

Pt. 13
I've had to miss work, maintain contact with his mother.

But I wasn't loving enough. I didn't care enough about his needs.

He said he felt isolated by my family, and we'd get into fights because I was defending them.

Pt 12 (I'm losing count,y'all)

Post seizure is the worst -- there was a pill I'd have to give him to ensure he wouldn't have more than one in a day, even having to put it in his mouth myself because he still hadn't come back to his full capacity.

Pt 12
And things were good for several months, until "I" began "messing up" again.

Not enough affection, not enough love -- despite me being the person who was there for his seizures. I cleaned up blood, I've gotten scratches and bruises trying to prop him up to make sure he didn't choke during.

Pt. 11
He got mad at me for getting covid from the flight home. I was packing to leave, but he got home, we argued more, and I said I was leaving.

He promised to do couples therapy, and promised that he wouldn't yell at me and in front of me.

Pt. 10
Moments like that increased in frequency. I went to Scotland, had an incredible experience. He yelled at me on the phone for "indulging in fantasy too much" after I made a light-hearted comment about us running away to live in the Highlands.

Pt. 9
I had work in the morning too, but that didn't matter. I MADE him go to an event he didn't enjoy.

When I got home I hid the award that I worked for and won behind my books. I couldn't look at it because it just reminded me of getting yelled at on a night that felt important.