This is a delicate situation, and I'm not sure what to do.
I escaped my abuser a few years ago now, and I'm with a wonderful man who is so understanding, patient and caring over my PTSD and all my baggage.
However, through mutual friends me and my ex-abuser shared, I found out he's just broken up with another woman who, unfortunately, has also had a child to him. Meaning, really, she's probably stuck under his thumb for the rest of her life. I hope she has sense and gets away from him with her baby. ANYWAY. My point is, I found out that this woman was also abused during her couple years with him, after me.
I never reported his abuse, and I feel like I'm partially to blame for her abuse because of it. I knew they were together, and knew what he was like. I ummed and urrred for a long time, whether or not to warn her what he was like, but in the end I didn't because I hoped he would be different. But he wasn't. If I had said something, I could have maybe prevented it.
But now I'm all torn up inside about it. I don't know if there's anything I can do. Is there no one I can tell, to let them know he's a terrible person? His family think he's the golden boy. Or at least his mother does. Part of me wants to get in contact after these years with his father. Just to try and tell him what his son is like--not to be petty, but to really try to get him to talk to his son, my ex-abuser. I don't know what to do.
I want to walk away and forget the whole thing. It's their problem, not mine. Their mistake to make, not my mess to solve. But it hurt. HELL, it hurt, what he did to me. Something doesn't sit right in me, thinking I'm just leaving it to fate or chance that he won't hurt someone else.
Please tell me it's not wrong to feel like this. On some level it feels so selfish. I know I need to leave it alone. I just wish there was something I could do. I'm trying not to meddle, but I feel so goddamn guilty for staying silent back then.
I just want people visiting this page for the first time to see this subject line because sobriety does not suck. It might be difficult, but it is the most beautiful gift if I do my part.
I was in the middle of early morning coffee when the stories of the bombing started and It shook my Easter meditating off of it's pedestal.I have been in semi to full trigger for days and the loss of so many souls by a hate group on a day of religious rejoicing?I felt the day choice as deliberate as any of faith. I seemed to feel the wave of darkness I was fighting get stronger. Some are being...