I've been largely quiet about the things that shiftycunt has been saying as I really didn't want this to be public, but I think it's time I went on record with the truth. His name is Damien and he's my lying, abusive ex husband. This is how we actually met and became addicted to heroin and what happened after.
When I was 16 my older brother took me to shifty's house and together they gave me drugs and alcohol, most of what I remember from that night is a conversation where my brother was blaming me for times when he abused me as a child and shifty stripping and bathing me after I threw up.
Shifty started messaging me on facebook when I was 17 and establishing himself as someone I could trust and talk to about the cult I was living in. He told me I needed to experience more of life and that when I turned 18 I should go clubbing and meet new people. I told him I couldn't afford to and he said I could go with him and his friends and that he'd pay for me, I naively thought he was just being nice. Turns out it was just us, no friends. He gave me mdma, got me blind drunk and raped me. Rape was all I knew at that point and I blamed myself for everything... and he told me he loved me...
That weekend he injected me with heroin for the first time while I cried because I was terrified of needles. Ofc I liked it, I had never felt safe before, but being on opiates made me feel like nothing could hurt me.
I wanted to escape from my family and he told me that he would protect me, so two weeks later he turned up at my house in the middle of the night and I ran away with him.
After six months we got married and I thought I was trapped, I was still heavily religious at this time.
He abused me for years and kept me high a lot of the time. I stopped caring about whether I lived or died or what happened to me, I was broken and convinced I was worthless and that I belonged to him. Drugs became my only escape.
In October of 2017, on my 22nd birthday, I overdosed. A week later I overdosed again. That experience solidified what I had been slowly realising for a long time: that the life I was living was worse than death, and that I wanted to actually live. I started trying to quit opiates. He tried to keep me taking them but around christmas time I put my foot down for good and detoxed. Shifty didn't like that and shit got really intense at home. About a month had passed on the night I found sc. I couldn't sleep because of the pain from one of his beatings and I was lonely so I googled “sociopath community” and wound up being online for like 16hrs and meeting Xadem. I wanted out, and Xad gave me the strength to finally leave.
Xadem is the best thing that's ever happened to me and Shifty was possibly the worst. Last year with Xad's help I finally took out a restraining order against shifty but he hasn't stopped harassing us. He's been fined for breaching the order before and if he gets caught again then he's going to jail, it's only a matter of time.
Damien had never been as addicted to heroin as I was but when I started getting clean things started getting worse for him, and now he's a pathetic heavy addict who spends his time stalking his ex. He seems to be unwilling to admit to himself that I don't love him and that I'm never going back to him. The truth is that I hate him. He will never be a fraction of the man Xad is, he's the worst kind of scum and I wish he were dead.
