Ashley Starkweather
Stories (27/0)
A Toxic Kind Of Love
Living with Ben and Susan was not easy. Susan would get drunk off of box wine and Klonopin, Ben would down two to three bottles of Robitussin and blast off to space. Me? I was damage control. My relationship with Ben was not perfect. We broke up once in the summer of 2014, but we navigated out way back to each other. I should have stayed away, but I was so in love with this man that I just went right back. It was shortly after that break that things slowly spiraled downward. One night I was playing a video game, minding my own business while Ben was tripping. He was having a bad time, unlike any other bad trip I had ever seen. He was sitting on the ground, cross legged, rocking back and forth hitting himself in the head. He was out of his mind. Eyes glossed over, couldn't talk, his tongue was swollen to the point he could barely move it. Yet he was just sitting there, rocking back and forth like a mental case, hitting himself in the head and pulling at his hair. I had never noticed before, but he had a bald spot at the back of his head where it was evident that he had done this several times before. This trance, continued to happen. I would try to talk to him about it the next day and address my concerns, but he would call me a liar and tell me that it never happened. One night I decided I would use his phone and make a video. I filmed it happening so I could show him while he was sober. During the episode, he got pissed off at me, stood up, proceeded to pry his phone out of my hand and throw it against a wall. He walked over to it, deleted the video and told me to never do that again. In a state of shock, I decided no response was the best way to go and began to work on some of my writing.
By Ashley Starkweather4 years ago in Psyche
A Toxic Kind Of Love
Everyone has that story. The story that shapes who you are, or who you will become. The story of facing adversity and over coming or succumbing to the darkness that humanity can be. I've seen darkness, I've lived in the darkness. And just when I thought my life was over, new life was breathed into my lungs and I began to thrive. This is my survival story. I guess I should say this is ONE of my survival stories, because sadly I have had more than one shitty experience in this life time. I can only hope that someone, or anyone, can relate and learn from the words that you are about to read. I can only hope that maybe, just maybe, I might be able to save someone.
By Ashley Starkweather4 years ago in Humans