So let me start by saying that the positive we will we consider here is not some perky-pants denial accompanied by a chirpy, “Oh, I’m fine!” Why? You aren’t fine.
While I expected that No Contact would give me more day-to-day respite from the crazy, I didn’t expect that I would feel so much better physically.
I did not think there was more full-on crazy, but me going No Contact revealed a whole new level. It was a relief to see that I was clearly not the problem.
By going No Contact, I blocked his ability to turn me inside out emotionally on a dime. So while it brought out the crazy in him, it helped me balance
I didn’t see this coming: People who didn’t understand what No Contact actually is and wanted to lecture me about how I should “find a way to get along.”
No Contact is a term I didn’t even grasp at the time I decided to do it. So for better or worse, I didn’t know what to expect when I went NC…
I truly don’t remember a time in my life when I did not feel shame. We’re not talking about the same thing as guilt.