How To Heal And Move On From Toxic Love
By: Karen Salmansohn
Warning! This story includes a naughty word – however – this word is necessary – because its shock-value is what catapulted me to change my life. I share this naughty word now with only the most loving intentions – hoping it might be an empowering caffeinated jolt to any sleeping spirits out there!
About a decade and a half ago I used to joke that for me all dating should be re-named ‘blind-dating” – and instead of saying I was “seeing someone right now” – I should be more honest, and say, “I’m dimly viewing someone.”
I remember I was once “dimly viewing” this particular guy. I’ve written about him before – explaining how every time I said this guy’s name, my girlfriends would sing the theme song to Batman. Not because this man looked great in black Spandex tights. No, no. It was because he was a bad man.
“Dadadadadadada Bad-man! Bad-man!” my girlfriends would sing, right after I’d finish telling a particularly bad Bad-man episode—of which there were many.
Let’s call this ex of mine “Bruce Wayne” – to protect his not-so-innocent secret identity.
Today I want to share something I never told you about Bruce.
Bruce’s “dadadadadada bad-behavior” began very early on – a few weeks into our relationship.
Yep, right out of the gate Bruce displayed what I felt were highly controlling and paranoically jealous behaviors.