You keep going, bound to the hope that everything will be good once more, that the golden period will return. You hang in there, you battle, you demonstrate misguided resolve as we lash out time and time again, drawing the negative fuel from your distress, dismay, and disarray. You will not let go.
The connections are too many. Our behavior is reprehensible as we open upfront after front after front against you, leaving you confused and crushed. We twist, blame, push and pull yet you will not waiver. No matter how many times we knock you to the floor you keep coming back for more, dragged back onto your feet by the ties that bind you to us.
The Ties Remain
Then one day you remove yourself from our toxic influence or in some instances you are removed. Those ties remain but there is an elasticity that allows you to escape us. To be taken away from the acidic words and vicious schemes. The insults, the violent rages, the isolation, and the denigration may have been halted.
You may no longer be subjected to being spat at, your hair pulled, your money withheld, your social interactions curtailed and your self-esteem trampled underfoot. You may have escaped the daily devaluations which came at you in so many different and unedifying ways but your ordeal is far from over.
You may not have our furious face shouting into yours anymore. You may not be sitting cowering behind a locked bathroom door as we pound on it demanding you come out. You may not lie crying in a bed made to feel empty by our absence.
You may not stand outside the study seeing the glow of the monitor within, under the door, and wonder who we are engaging with online, that knotted sensation in your stomach inducing sickness. You may have escaped many of these manipulations but the ties that bind remain.
The bond we have created with you is so strong, so deep and so far-reaching that every day you will feel a vast void at being parted from us. You will excuse the abuse as you hanker for those golden days. You will feel like something has been ripped from you by our absence.
Even though you know how terrible we have acted towards you, you will still suffer that sense of illogical loss. Every day feels empty. You wonder what we are doing, who we are with, and whether we are thinking about you. You see our presence all around you still, people still ask about us, you collapse onto your bed burying your face in that t-shirt we kept under our pillow and you still smell us on it.
You drink deep of the scent, hoping the nagging pain will recede, that somehow you will be magically restored to where we once both were when we were happy. Your run your fingers over the tub of hair wax that we left and you remember watching us as we carefully applied it.
You cannot bring yourself to discard it, clinging on to these reminders of the joy that once abounded in these walls. You pass the bookcase, touching the spines of the volumes we bought for you, the words and letters all further reminders of our presence here in this house. You miss us so much, you shouldn’t do, not after what we have done.
Not after the vile treatments, you have suffered. It makes no sense that you should feel this way but you do. You ache for us, the ties that remain are still being pulled and yanked, even though we are not there with you. The searing pain rises as another reminder appears, the tie still strong.
Unlike an umbilical cord that provides life, your cord to us continues to pain you. When will this end? When will this agony recede and be replaced by something else? Would it now not even be better to feel nothing? To be numbed and anesthetized so you do not have to endure this ongoing pain.
The bond we create with you is so powerful, so deep and so long-lasting that it is often the aftermath of the ties that bind that hurts more than the abuse itself. That is how dangerous we are.
Written By: HG Tudor Originally Appeared On: Narcsite.com Republished with permission.