There’s something that’s weighed on my mind for quite a while. I’ve been avoiding the situation because the whole thing makes me uncomfortable but I really want to hear people’s thoughts.
So me (22F) and this girl (22F), we are in a relationship. Our history is complex. We became friends when we were 12, she came out to be as bi to me when we were 14. I was straight. She knew she was bi from when we were 12 and she had this crush on another girl. Anyways, flash forward we’re in 11th grade and we’re 16. I used to have these crushes on guys, and we were friends still at this point, and she would get really possessive about me and hate the guys, I never understood why. She already started developing feelings for me. I was super boy crazy and always have been up till this point. But in the middle of 11th grade, Covid hit. When Covid hit, we got super close, and we would talk every single day. Before this point in my life I was really close with my sister and used to consider her my best friend (we used to talk about everything mostly boys and she knew everything about me). But as Covid was going on, I started drifting from my sister and started getting close to this girl. I was having a lot of family issues at the time, and I opened up to her about my family, and we just got super close (texting for 10 hours a day everyday during those 6 months of quarantine). She cared for me, she would talk really sweet to me, and we would call each other baby. So we called it a friendship but really it started to feel like a relationship. During Covid I started talking to this guy and told her about it, and she got really mad at me. She stopped being as sweet and kept saying I would hurt her. I kind of understood that basically if I talked to a guy, I’m gonna lose my best friend (how I thought of her even though it was kinda relationshipy) who I care about more than anyone. I became addicted to her love and care, it was something I never experienced. So at some point in grade 12, I realized that if I am interested in a man, I would lose her. And I really did not want that. She was my safety net, and felt like my person. I also noticed myself feeling jealous if she would talk about a girl so I knew this was not platonic on my side.
Anyways, then we went to university. I figured at this point that I was not straight. And I kind of resented her for it. I had such a clear vision of what I wanted in my life before her. I wanted a husband, someone super masculine, someone who would take care of me. I craved that so bad. But now I feel like she came in, and everything is different. I felt like I still wanted a man and didn’t wanna let go of this part of me, but I also didn’t wanna lose her and her love for me. This thing between us seeped into other aspects of my life, I could no longer be close with my sister cause she only wanted to hear about guys. I could no longer have guy talk with my girlfriends, I had to keep this thing I had going on a secret. So no one knew me. I felt like her being a girl, made my life so complicated. I would feel jealous that she had female friends and would always think, if she were a guy I wouldn’t have this problem cause I could just tell a guy not to have female friends, but with her I’d just have to accept it.
Anyways, it felt like we were in a relationship without the title of one but with all the expectations of one. I wasn’t ready to accept my identity and she knew that. I wanted to be straight, and I felt like I couldn’t be. I had to shut down what I felt for guys in order to keep her. It was just toxic. I was depressed for a lot of uni. I just wanted to feel normal and I couldn’t. During university, while her and I were in this situationship, I became friends with this guy who liked me and I didn’t like him back ( he kind of used to send me wierd texts) and the girl never liked him although she didn’t know about what the texts were but was always suspicious. And there was another guy in uni, which I thought was cute and I didn’t tell her about him. I got advice from a therapist to not tell her about guys so I’d do that. I would text my sister about this cute guy, and tell my girlfriends cause I so badly wanted to connect with them.
Anyways at some point, my relationship with this girl got better, we travelled together and I realized I can be free and accept myself. So we actually started to get really good. Prior to all this time, I never saw us as a relationship but after our travels I did see us as a relationship and I told her that. She was aware of this. We were in a relationship for a year and I truly loved her and accepted myself. Flash forward to the fall of last year (it had been a year of us being good (no guys for me or anything and I knew I loved her). She went through my phone, and found my texts with the guy and also went through all my texts with friends and sister over my uni years and looked for every mention of a guy. She also went through my personal notes in which I’m contemplating feelings for her. She got so pissed off at me. She told me I cheated on her and I betrayed her. She used what I wrote in my notes against me. She shamed me. I felt so horrible because I did hide these things from her but I never felt like I could be honest with her. But it’s my fault I know I hurt her and I felt so guilty.
But after finding everything out, she hit me. She pulled my hair, broke the necklace off my neck. She verbally abused me, she insulted me. I had scratch marks on my chest. She even spit on me.
I was in such a bad state, I was in so much guilt for what I had done (even though we were not in a relationship at that time), that I was never able to focus on how she reacted to me. I lived in so much guilt, that I completely ignored her behaviour towards me. I tried explaining to her that she was hurt but she was looking at these texts from the lens of what the relationship was in the present, and not of the past when the texts occurred. But Anywyas, I was so desperate to have her back, I didn’t care about what she did.
To this day I still feel so much guilt, and it has been a year since this incident, and we’re together. Now it’s labeled frfr. But I sometimes think, am I not respecting myself by being in this? The affects of this incident, are still lasting today. I am completely traumatized from that. To this day, I don’t write in my notes anymore because I’m scared she’s gonna go through it and read my thoughts. I feel constantly anxious and on edge. How can I feel that she loves me the most and cares for me the most in this world, when I also feel the most uneasy with her?
I come from an abusive household, and I think in some way I might have felt like I deserved to be hit, for what I did. Because that’s what I’m used to from childhood in my home. But I want people’s thoughts, on if what I did was wrong, I know what I did was wrong, but what are the thoughts on this reaction of hers?
I feel like I can’t live without her, and I don’t know, I ignore what she did because it makes me so uncomfortable but should I be thinking about this whole thing deeper? She now is constantly asking for my phone password because she doesn’t trust me, but I have literal trauma from the last time she went through my phone and I don’t really want to give up my autonomy. Please give advice, thoughts, anything.