The High Price We Pay For Being Bullied

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My whole life I’ve been surrounded by control freaks and bullies. My mom, ex boyfriends, bosses, sisters. I imagine I even have control tendencies and bullying issues. Yup, my whole life. I’m sure I’m not the only one. We’ve all had to deal with one or two control freaks and the odd bully at some point in our lives. But being bullied is damaging. More so than people realize.

It’s no fun. For real. But the point of this blog isn’t to moan about all the controlling I let happen to me it’s actually about me letting the controller control me.

Yup, I said it. I let them control me. So obviously, my mom, well there was little I could do about her control. It just happened, and you rolled with it.

Now, my ex? Well that’s a different story.

Once upon a time…

…there was a broken girl who was desperate to be loved, appreciated, adored and wanted. She would do just about anything to get all this attention from a man. Many times, she would sacrifice her self worth for any or all of these things.

The last man who claimed to love her SO much gave her all those things but it all came with a high price tag. A price tag she knew she couldn’t afford but she paid it anyway.

He gave her love, told her he adored her, even put her up on a pedestal every now and then. There were days, she felt like a Queen. He bought her lavish things, took her on trips, even bought her a car.

Yes, life was good, kinda.

Until this happened….the beginning of being bullied.

The price of being bullied.

When the first sign of control reared it’s ugly head I ignored it. Why wouldn’t I? I finally found someone who will put up with me (I know, just typing that sounds pathetic), treats me like a *Queen* (on a good day), is lavishing me with gifts and love (mostly after a big fight or he did something really mean to me) and really, for the most part, life isn’t THAT bad. I was being bullied and let it go.

 That time, control didn’t cost much. Oh. Total cost you want to know?

A dash of my pride

A smidgen of my self worth

A wee bit of self respect

See? Not much at all. And I carried on with this man who claimed to adore me. Oh how he adored me.

The stakes are higher now. The bully is on a roll.

Weeks, months and years go by. The price of control has reached a dangerous all time high. I’m not sure what to do anymore. Every day I’m not so sure I can really afford to pay anymore. Being bullied became an almost daily thing.

My heart and soul are battered and beaten. I’ve already paid with all my self worth, self confidence, self love, you name the selfs, I’ve paid them out. This control crap, I’m starting to realize, is really expensive and I’m flat broke.

My heart is completely bankrupt. My soul is empty. I’m done. I can’t pay anymore. I am now just numb. A zombie. A *yes sir* zombie.  I’m there now. Broke and broken.

And it hurts. It’s so dark and lifeless and painful. I’m a broken and broke shell of a woman.

My turn.

…and then one day, it just happened. There was nothing left, yet I could still catch a teeny tiny glimpse of pride. Oh it was so tiny but I knew, with what was left of my heart, that little flicker was my tiny pilot light of pride. My pilot light of faith and determination. I was tired of being bullied.

The teeny little light of hope. It was flickering. I could see it, barely, but dammit I knew it was there.

And it was time for me to turn on MY control and take back my life. It was my turn to stop allowing someone else to control my life. And I was scared. Senseless. But not hopeless. I had a little bit of that left.

After almost 8 years,  I walked out. And never looked back.

I’ve filled my *self bank* account back up again and though it did take awhile, it didn’t come without tears, frustration, anger and sorrow. It came with all that and then some but the bank is full. Again. The *self bank* is now overflowing with riches, never to be bankrupt again.

It’s your life.

Are you there? Does any of this resonate with you? Are my words cutting and digging deep?

Take back your life. Just do it. You will not know the joy and freedom of peace and happiness until you do. I never dreamed in a million years that I could ever leave him and live a life of joy, but I did and I’m living that life now.

You can too.

Teller, I’d like to make another deposit to the *love* account please ?

Bartender, por favor!

Peace and Love

Iva

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2 Comments

  • Parallel life …as if i had written this …happy whole and finally me again ….what we give to be loved is never worth it ….love thy self …thankyou ..namaste ?????

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