![]() The voice of his offender from 30 years ago kept constantly screaming in his head: “you don’t deserve this, you’re not allowed to be happy and to feel true love for another person!” Our love was made impossible. He couldn’t help himself, because thought he didn’t deserve our love. He abused me psychologically, made me cry every day. They can become sadists and so was this new lover of mine. People who suffer from PTSD feel they have to hurt others as well. He unpacked it and our love became like the worst crime. His backpack from the past was way heavier than mine. The thing is, I hooked up with a victim of abuse in his youth, who got stuck with a Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I saw my life being destroyed little by little. Escaped from a previous nightmare (my ex-marriage) into the next, I was trapped in his claws. ![]() My so-called ‘soul mate’ transformed into an evil monster, from the worst nightmare you could imagine. What used to be a 100% perfect love affair, turned into a living hell. After a couple of months it was still there but yet gone. The romance was amazing but didn’t stay that long. We were both unhappily married, carrying both our backpacks of pain from the past. The love we had for each other was the strongest emotion I ever felt in my life. ![]() When I first looked into his eyes, I knew he was. She carries all the pain I experienced with someone I consider my soul mate. Vistela is her name, the name of the dress made of hair.
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