This post deals with domestic abuse and might be triggering for some readers.
My relationship with Brad had felt like a bullet going off. A tiny fire in an enclosed space that could change a life in a fraction of a second.
In a brief period of dating, I’d gotten engaged, withdrawn from university in another state, moved in with my new fiancé, and been ghosted by my parents.
It all seemed worth it though because we were “soulmates.” This was a stars-aligned, once-in-a-lifetime, meant-to-be love. We’d had the kind of connection I’d only dreamed of having with another, and I changed my entire life in order to make it work.
Who cares what the cost is when it’s true love!
Until it... no longer felt like true love.
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Our “passionate” love began to be peppered with “passionate” fights, in which “passionate” was just a nice way of saying “abusive.”
I was ashamed of how and how often we fought, confused too because why did this “soulmate” relationship sometimes feel so painful?
My “soulmate” relationship was really just a trauma bond.
A trauma bond forms when you confuse abuse with love.
Nancy Carbone on PsychCentral says this about it: “Emotional abuse is often mistaken for love by those who are trapped in a cycle of abuse in their relationship. Trauma is surprisingly easy to overlook when the abuse masquerades as someone ‘caring’ for you.”