Scariest moment for myself was many years ago hiding curled into a tiny ball behind my sofa while my (then) boyfriend stood just inches from me muttering “kill the bitch, kill the bitch”. Still not sure how he didn’t see me as I wasn’t really hidden from view at all, the sofa was in the middle of a large room and I was just huddling under a towel that was hanging over the back. I think it’s just possible that fear can make you invisible (I know rationally that’s not the case, I think it’s more of a comforting pseudo-belief). I’ve felt greater fear since then, but that was for someone else’s life, not mine.
Well you know that saying, what doesn’t kill you gives you unhealthy coping mechanisms and a lifetime of material for therapy…
I mostly joke, I’m mostly fine. Funnily enough the last time I saw him he was driving an ambulance I was in, but that’s a whole nother story for another time!
Scariest moment for myself was many years ago hiding curled into a tiny ball behind my sofa while my (then) boyfriend stood just inches from me muttering “kill the bitch, kill the bitch”. Still not sure how he didn’t see me as I wasn’t really hidden from view at all, the sofa was in the middle of a large room and I was just huddling under a towel that was hanging over the back. I think it’s just possible that fear can make you invisible (I know rationally that’s not the case, I think it’s more of a comforting pseudo-belief). I’ve felt greater fear since then, but that was for someone else’s life, not mine.
Holy shit that must have been scary.
Well you know that saying, what doesn’t kill you gives you unhealthy coping mechanisms and a lifetime of material for therapy…
I mostly joke, I’m mostly fine. Funnily enough the last time I saw him he was driving an ambulance I was in, but that’s a whole nother story for another time!