I remember growing up.. my dad use to call me chunky, etc.. it really really hurt and still does today. He would say comments like gee maybe you should lose weight or are you gaining weight..
I can relate. My dad never called me names, but up until 2 years ago (I am 37) he would offer to fund whatever fad weightloss thingy that was new and trendy. The last time he offered to pay for me to have a gastric bypass. I got up and left. My mom followed me, I told her, in tears, that for the first time in my life I am happy with myself and he still won't give up the wish that I was thin. I think mom went in and told him to go to Hell.
Well, my Mom told me I was fat on my 39th bday at a party with all my friends and family.
I left the room crying and she sat there going "What?"
Another one of those moments when you realize there are emotional vampires in your life, and, the only thing you can control or change is your reaction.
I try not to give anyone in that category the power to hurt me.
Sure. When I was 18, my mom found out I was on the pill and she was livid. When I later told her that I had been date-raped, she told me I must have asked for it. She would tell you that I am the one who hurt her.
My one ex abused me mentally... said stuff like he didn't have alot of faith in me and whatnot. I finally wisened up and dumped his sorry azz 4 years ago and never looked back.
I've been hurt by people who I thought were my friends. Won't go into detail about that but let's just say it involves more drama than a Spanish soap opera.
A guy friend hurt me really bad but it wasn't intentional. Again I won't go into details but ever since, he's been doing whatever he can to make it up to me because he realized how much my friendship means to him and he doesn't want to throw that away.