I am completely l learning about things I suppressed in opening these boxes with Nikki. I am totally becoming a better Bree because I have grown so much since my past. Sometimes I have articulation problems. When I say I earned my shames, that is acceptance, and growth from it. My natural tendency is to hide it all and present a shiny Bree that isn't real. I worked hard to overcome it. But I don't wallow in it either. I don't usually think about these things, but it's all connected orginacally in my head as I"m learning to navigate and love the new. Nikki's new life experiences (new to me, as in first time they are being shared with me, not new to him, I understand this) touches pieces of my life I never exampled A while back we were in our living room chilling out on a winters day enjoying being wrapped in furry microblankets and warm. I think it was a weekend, so total relaxation mode was kicked in. I was surfing the web, I think Nikki was embroiled in a movie while he tinkered with some 3d art. I opened my Facebook, and freaked the fuck out entirely. My ex-husband was trying to friend me. Which, on it's surface, all the normal emotions of someone who hit you and threatened bodily harm and to steal your child suddenly intruding in your life was there, but something was off. I couldn't define it, something was wrong with my reaction to it. Working with Nikki made me understand it. Just as the relationship with him has altered my relationship with sex, it has altered my relationships with a lot of thigns, including what I carry actively around in my head. I had let a lot of it go and never known it. I stopped thinking about being hit every time I disagreed with him. I learned relationships can be safe. I never unlearned they can hurt you badly, but I learned you can be totally safe in them too. And that is what I was acting on for two decades. I had subconsciouly packed away the past because I didn't need it to function anymore. And it wasn't until now when we're talking, and we do a one says something, and the other tells them what they hear that I even realized this. And that's what was off about him intruding and my feelings. I was spiraling of course, but the comfort wasn't working because I wasn't working on the right fear. I stopped being scared of him a long time ago. I had taken the time to learn how to kill a man with nothing but my fingers through his eyes if I ever needed to. I understand even as a weaker person I have chances to defend myself. I'd worked through all that. but I had a deep seated fear of dragging all that baggage back into my life after I conquered it, and that was what I needed to address. Nikki and I both were tryign to address what we logically thought was a fear of the person himself. But i was actually scared of me destroying everything I worked for. I am becoming the best Bree there is, the one I used to wish I could be. I take both your advice seriously to heart, and doing my very best to keep shining. Nikki knows the story, and I"ll tell here. I came here to talk and interact and expand my humanity, I have no need to do my weird protective behaviors anymore. At the end, when he realized he was losing his grip on me despite the violence and threats to bodily harm people and steal the offspring, I was slipping away, losing my fear, and neither of us was going to change that. So he tried a new route, and swallowed ALL of my mom's medications. He timed it so I would be arriving home shortly after. I was out alone, my mother and my son were also out together. As expected, I arrived home, and he told me what he did. With the whole manipulation hoopla of I can't live without you. But the actual effect on me was not what he was trying to achieve. For the first time in my life, years of social training, and deliberate nurturing of the empathy skills I"d learned....stopped. I looked at him on the floor, and thought about what I had looked like bleeding on the floor. I thought about how I'd looked on the floor after he threatened to hurt people and showed me a gun. I thought about the fact that the only thing I had touched in that bathroom (it was my mom's that I rarely used, I used my own in the back of the apartment) was the door handle. I knew for fact I'd never handled any of the medication. And I backed out of the room, I never even said a word. And I closed the door, and I went into the living room and I turned on the television. I knew i had just decided that if he lived or died, it had nothing to do with me. I was not going to save him. I would not stop him if he came out to phone to save himself, but I wasn't going to save him. Until that day I had no idea I would back away from a person like that. I had interrupted suicides before, and done everything I could to save them. Teenagehood is hard, I suspect you all know how hard better than me. Back then I didn't understand why anyone would want to die. But he took those pills himself, and I wasn't going to do it for him. The only reason I picked up the phone and made the 911 call is my mom arrived with my son, and I had to save my son. Even though it mean nearly getting killed later, I made the right choice for the right reason, that wasn't something I wanted to scar my baby, being in the house with his dying father. And I hated myself for it for a long time until I faced it and worked through it. I was scared of myself. It made me question my ability to be a mother if I didn't value all life like I thought I did. That is the flat unvarnished truth. There is shame in that that for a moment, I put aside all my hard work. Not shame because society would tell me that was a horrible thing to do, but because it went against what <b>I</b> believe. What I'd worked for. And taught me that if I had a potential to be dangerous, and I took that seriously and worked hard. SOme lines, even if you do change your mind at the end, are just dangerous to cross. But through my life i learned facing these lines, sharing them with people who want to know me, reinforces what I want to be. Which is better than that. I can't undo that moment, I don't know what I would do put back in it. I am not that person anymore. I can't even really emotionally connect with the memory of why i made what choices anymore. But I can use that memory to always remind myself that being awesome Bree isn't free, and I have to be careful with the things in my head because if I'm not things could go really wrong. I could harm someone, probably not physically, I don't have a sadism part to my personality, but by a careless word or thoughtless action that I am prone to. So I was really careful and took that time to self-sort because I love Nikki so much I don't ever want to be that unshiny with him. He has never done anything but love me even when he made choices that weren't what I preferred. But it also makes me hard to know how shame works in him. He didn't ask for that creature to do that to him. So I have to remind myself emotion is not the same. Shame for me is a completely different place than for him. Conceptually and practically. His instinct was to hide it, mine was to tell him and get forgiveness and confirmation that I did improve, get better, and earned my self-value. It's only real if you earn it. SO I have to poke at things to figure out when I'm projecting my life understanding trying to follow what he tells me or not, does that make any sense?