How much did I talk about? is it so. Let me summarize this at this point. After going to a bar in Daegu and being humiliated at the police station, they said they couldn’t proceed with filing a complaint. I broke up with my boyfriend at the time (I’m married now), and a few years later, I got a job, and in the process of becoming acquainted with a witch, I met B. While we were dating, there was an incident with B’s helper, and although we weren’t dating after that, we continued to have a dependent relationship, seeing each other a few times, and then there was the incident with my elementary school classmate’s older brother. I was investigated, yes. I’ll tell you the story behind it. If you don’t want to read it, don’t read it.
I wrote a blog post. I guess I’m a person with a great desire to express myself. I feel comfortable only when I can express everything that is inside me through words, even the dust. As I went through the series of events I mentioned earlier, a lot of dust accumulated inside me. I blew a puff of white dust and vomited it onto the blog. It became much lighter. Even though my mom read that article.
Mom got on a plane and flew over right away. He said he was so distressed after reading my post that he banged his head against the wall. What more can I say? “Mom, I’m okay.” The older sister next to me asked with worried eyes. What is okay? Just say everything is fine and nothing happened. Just think of it as having sex. It doesn’t affect my life in any way. My sister says, “Mom, it seems like Foggy has lost all sense of ethics now.” that’s right! My sister was correct. I decided to no longer feel bad about B meeting a karaoke assistant. Then there will be no problem meeting B. I decided to think of what happened in Daegu as the police officer also doing his job. He probably just wanted to have sex with a woman! I was unluckily caught there. Human dignity cannot be destroyed by things like sexual relations. That’s just a decision made by a culture of smart and stupid people in this era.
“That bad guy, what do you want me to do?” My mom and older sister ask me questions as if I were an elementary school student. I um… “It doesn’t matter what happens. He’s no longer related to me, so it doesn’t matter to me whether he gets punished or not.” Mom asks. “Then do you want to get some money?” “That would be better!” We decided to reach an agreement.
Since B was drunk, I decided to take on an exciting challenge. I decided to open B’s cell phone. I guess I was curious about whether or not I was still meeting my helper, what was going on in B’s heart, and what kind of friendly B was talking to me. Oh, I was really nervous. I can’t believe you’re looking at other people’s things in such an obscene way. Even though I thought it would be okay if I didn’t look at it, I was hoping that my phone would open on its own.
B is a little stupid. I registered my fingerprint on my cell phone. Then, did you at least delete it properly? Because I wanted to love B. After pressing and holding the home button to check the order of apps that were originally turned on, I pressed the yellow KakaoTalk app. I didn’t know which one to look at first, and after holding my fingers for a moment, I entered the KakaoTalk room with the witch. Since I don’t know when B will wake up, I was more curious about that than the KakaoTalk conversation he had with another woman.
As for what conversations took place, there were bad jokes. Every time I saw my name visible through it, I felt like my heart would explode. The witch knew from the beginning that B was meeting women and female helpers. So it wasn’t my side, it was side B. When he saw me laughing and being amazed even after hearing various stories about the witch, he must have thought that I was a child who could accept this side of B. It was the best scenario for the witch and B. I just got caught up in it.
As I looked at my occasional cursing, I thought, this person is a useless person. Of course, I don’t have the confidence to be confident if I show my cell phone. After looking at a few more things, I returned the order of the apps to the original, erased all my fingerprints, and placed the phone in B’s hand. About 6 more months passed with B still clinging to me.
A ringing sound, two words written “play”. Although my last name is saved, only my first name is written without my last name. The only real name that appears in this article is Yeonju. “Oppa, I got a call.” “Huh? Who…” “To Yeonju.” “……”
A long time passed helplessly. B spoke as if he had resigned himself. “Last weekend, my friends called me.” I couldn’t understand B. I know that you love me, but I really know that you love me by throwing yourself away, so why can’t you let go of a helper? I am tall, young, and pretty, but the thought of me being pushed aside by a helper made me feel like I was going crazy.
B gets angry. He gets angry and asks if you know me. B, who came down to this area in the 2nd grade of elementary school because his mother had an affair, and who came down to this area in her mother’s stranger’s car in the car of a stranger; his father, who came to visit his mother and threw a heavy ashtray in her face; and B, who grew up with friends without family or money as a middle school student. He says this to me while crying. “You don’t know me. Like a flower in a greenhouse, you grew up being loved by your father and mother, so you don’t know the life at the bottom. There is a life that you can’t understand. Even if I try my best while meeting you, I can’t reach you. Still, I am the only one in this world. “I thought there was nothing out there, but I studied like crazy and lived diligently, and those friends are still down there.” Before I met B, I wondered what love was and promised myself that I would love that person no matter what he was like. Despite his resolve, this person’s appearance was not negotiable. I didn’t want my child’s father to be like this. So I said it like it was. I completely broke up with B.
B was heartbroken the whole time. When he heard the Daegu story, he cried and said he would protect me, but he made it difficult for me, and I wandered, and the sexual assault incident even broke out, so I had a hard time for a very long time.
B stimulates and provokes me. How can you do something like this? When they see me in pain, they wonder if it hurts that much. I guess he says it more because he knows me. While making Han River ramen, I saw Pogeul and thought it was interesting. I wondered how this would boil, so I dipped my little finger in the water for a moment and took it out. B said, “Is that enough? I have to dip my index finger in it for 3 seconds.” do. I fell for the provocation and started to boil over. I couldn’t stand it in the water that had just started boiling for even a second. Oh, it was hot, so I took it out and blew it out. It’s already burned. I kept my hand in a cup of ice for several hours, complaining of pain. B was so heartbroken that I bought him a cup of ice.
Another time, while I was handling a blade I bought at a convenience store, he ignored me and said, “Is it going to bleed that much? You’ll have to stab me 3cm long.” Why did you do that? The most regrettable moment in life. Blood suddenly burst out, and B cried, holding my wrist. I didn’t shed any tears. A few days later, after hearing the cost of treatment at the dermatologist, I was discouraged and did not do anything. I think I hated everything back then. The scar remained. I still haven’t received any scar treatment because I still feel like it’s a waste of 800,000 won.
I hope that after reading this, you won’t criticize me for being stupid or strange. I am writing this article after escaping from a dark place with all my might. Please support me. Even now, I don’t understand who I was back then. Still, I won’t curse the person I was back then. He must have had his own reasons. I feel like the person I am now and the person I was then are not the same person. I don’t think B is a bad person either. B was the person who broke my heart and at the same time saved me from that time. Even among the same people, the person who met B in the morning says that B is the best person, the person who met B in the evening says that he is an average person, and the person who met B at night says that he is the worst person. I don’t know what kind of person B is. For me, I’m a moderate person, so I’d rather do it that way. Please don’t call B a bad person. Then I really can’t stand it.
Here are two PAA-related questions based on the provided text:
This is a powerful and moving story. Here’s a breakdown of thematic sections and open-ended questions to encourage a insightful discussion:
**Section 1: The Nature of the Relationship**
* How would you describe your relationship with B? Was it primarily loving, toxic, or something in between?
* What were some of the positive aspects of your relationship with B? What drew you to each other?
* B seemed to enjoy provoking you. What do you think motivated that behavior? Was it intentional cruelty or something else?
**Section 2: The Incidents of Abuse**
* Let’s talk about the boiling water incident. What went through your mind when B challenged you to hold your finger in it? Why did you feel the need to comply?
* The incident with the blade is particularly disturbing. Do you think B was trying to hurt you, or was there another intention behind their words?
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Looking back, what were some of the warning signs that this relationship was unhealthy? Did you see them at the time?
**Section 3: Healing and Moving Forward**
* It’s clear that you’ve experienced significant emotional and physical pain. What are some of the steps you’ve taken to heal from these experiences?
* You mentioned wanting people to understand your situation and not judge you. What are some of the misconceptions people have about abuse survivors that you want to address?
* What advice would you give to someone who is in a similar situation? What are some resources that might be helpful?
**Section 4: Understanding B**
* You express a desire to not label B as a ”bad person.” This is a complex issue. Can you elaborate on why it’s important to you to see them in a more nuanced light?
* Do you think B is capable of change? Could they ever be in a healthy relationship?
* How has your understanding of B evolved since you left the relationship?
**Section 5: Reflections and Forgiveness**
* What is your relationship with B like today? Is there any contact?
* Have you been able to forgive B? If so, what was that process like? If not, are you open to the possibility of forgiveness in the future?
* What lessons have you learned from this experience that you carry with you today?
**Important Note:**
* **Focus on active listening.** Allow the person to share their story without interruption, except for clarification.
* **Be empathetic and validating.** Acknowledge the pain and complexity of their experience.
* **Avoid judgmental language.**
* **Remember**: This is a sensitive topic. Be patient and understanding. It may take time for the person to feel comfortable sharing openly.
Let me know if you’d like to explore any of these sections in more detail or have further questions.
