So my title is a bit odd, and I know I am an escaped lunatic, I made a new account because even though I don't post often, I'd rather not have my cry for help on my normal account, because a few people on here know what my account's name is and know me in person. To start off, this is a bit lengthy and complex, and I am not exactly sure where to start, so I will start at the beginning from my perspective. Please note that this could be disturbing for someone, so if you are disturbed by relationships gone horribly, horribly wrong (abuse, forced sexual acts, and lots of heartbreak) please refrain from reading this. Also, if you aren't going to try to help me deal with this, don't comment at all.
To give some background information, back when I was in 10th grade, near the end of 2010 I met the girl whom is now my girlfriend, and she was in 11th grade. I had almost no experience with girls whatsoever, so when she asked to sit with me on the bus during a band competition, I said yes, even though I was sure she would move. I ended up holding hands with her, which made her want to get to know me because she felt "safe" around me. Two weeks later we start going out, and she breaks up with me a month into the relationship because I was (as I later found out) supposed to be a pick me up boyfriend, and she started actually having feelings for me. During our month long relationship, things moved rather fast. I didn't kiss her until we had been going out a week, and then 2 days after that thing escalated. Never all the way, because she was saving herself for marriage, and said that she was almost as inexperienced as me, but almost. I'll try to keep details out as much as I can. Two weeks after that, I get back into contact with her because I needed to know some stuff about a band competition we had coming up, and we started going out again. This time, though, she said we couldn't do anything too physical. We were supposed to be limited to kissing, and that's about it. After 2 weeks she starts breaking her own rules, and I resist. 2 weeks after that, I stop resisting, because I want to do things, as does she, but not all the way. Around February 2011, because we both wanted to, and after I made her wait a week to decide, we go all the way. After we do, she tells me that the last boyfriend she had tried to rape her at a party, and emotionally abused her repeatedly when she was in 9th grade. I freak out and think she is going to leave me because I didn't know this somehow, but she tells me that what happened at that party was nothing like what we did, and she is grateful that I have helped her. How I helped her, I didn't really know, but I was just happy she didn't leave me, and that she seemed OK now.
Fast forward a few months, it's now around late June 2011. Everything has been going great in our relationship. Physically wise, we had a good physical side to our relationship, but she was very rarely prone to flashbacks of the night at that party, but I was always able to help her get out of them, and she told me that they were getting less and less frequent.. All the sudden, she comes over to my house out of the blue and tells me that she cheated on me with her ex, that she met him in a park, he kissed her, she kissed him back, realized what she was doing, slapped him, and left. I don't really consider kissing to be cheating, at least not in those circumstances, so I calmed her down and told her everything was OK. I was a little miffed that this guy decided he was going to try to steal her after he was such a butt to her, even though she told him that she was already going out with me, but I wasn't really all that surprised. This is when things start to get iffy. A week after she meets him, we are at my house, and she has a flashback. She has a sudden realization that she was hiding the truth from herself when I can't stop her flashback and she goes farther than she has before. She finds out she was hiding the fact that he abused her physically and emotionally quite frequently, and that at the party back in her freshman year, he raped her. She becomes disgusted with herself, and starts cutting and burning again, and the flashbacks start occurring much more frequently.
I know that it makes me seem like a dick, but I was a bit disgusted too... I don't know why, and I have never been able to reconcile it. That was about 1% of what I was feeling. The other 99% was pure rage and anger at this man who violated her. She was a freshman, and he was 21 (she found this out after all of this occurred). I asked her if she wanted to go to the police, and she said no, and refused. Other than herself, I was, and am the only person who knows her story (well I guess now y'all do, but you don't know her personally and I'm not naming names). I was EXTREMELY supportive of her, and hid the fact that I felt a little disgusted and uncomfortable about her previous "life", but it was in the past, and I tried to get over it myself, but I couldn't, not completely. Over a period of about 5 or 6 months, I get her to stop burning and cutting, and get her to accept that fact that, yes, she was raped, but no, that isn't a reason to wallow in self pity. You have to pick yourself up, realize what happened, and get on with your life. I didn't quite tell it to her like that, but I made her realize that. Around the beginning of February 2012, she was back to how she had been before, she rarely had flashbacks, didn't burn or cut, and was fairly happy.
She went away to college around the beginning of the school year this year. I guess somehow, because of the distance and the stress and worry, she began to have flashbacks more, and began to realize more things she hid from herself. Her ex used to basically whore her out, trading BJs and HJs for cash so he could fuel his drug addictions. She started telling me things that she used to do, and then started explicitly telling me what she would do, and explicitly told me everything, I mean EVERYTHING, that happened the night she was raped. She has always affirmed that she never really wanted to do any of these things, and that she was just craving attention, and repeatedly said no. As an aside, around the time all this was going on her father started being abusive.. take that how you want. She doesn't blame herself for any of this, and I don't really think she should. I have been struggling under this enormous pressure for about 2 and a half months though. She isn't cutting or burning anymore, and she actually seems nonchalant about her past. When she tells me about it, she doesn't get upset or angry or anything, she just states what happened, and tells me that it feels good getting it off her chest by telling me. I don't know whether or not this is a good or a bad thing, but I know how I feel when she tells me.
I get enraged, and every time I hear what has happened I get so upset I literally start shaking almost like I am having a small seizure. My heart rate goes to about 190, I can feel my blood pumping in my head, and I basically have to shut down and distract myself. When I'm not thinking about what has happened to her, I am perfectly find and happy... but when I start thinking about her past, it stresses me out beyond where I have ever been before. I don't want to tell her to just stop telling me what she remembers when she remembers it, because she has always been there for any of my issues. I also realize that on a scale, her issues make mine seem like nothing. How can I help deal with this stress on my own? She refuses to go to a therapist, and just wants to talk to me about her past, so I am basically on my own, hence why I have turned to this community.
How can I deal with the stress? How can I stop myself from being so enraged to stops me from functioning for the next 10-15 minutes? What can I do to reconcile my lingering feelings of disgust and rage? How do I deal with her telling me everything and spilling it out? I assume that after she gets everything out, the flashbacks will linger for a while and then almost stop like they used to, and it does seem like the torrent of new memories has slowed down immensely, but with every new memory I grow new hatred and disgust, and the old hatred and disgust rises along with it. How do I fix this?
I love my girlfriend, and we have been going out for almost 2 years. I know highschool relationships aren't supposed to last long, but we have been through a lot and made it. I plan on marrying her if we are still together after she gets out of college (she went in before me, but I am going into a field that requires more college than hers), and I think we still will be together... at least if I can fix my own issues with this relationship. I can't fix these issues on my own though, and I need help.
Oh, and also, just so y'all know, I can't hunt the man down and hand him over to the police, because I found out he was busted for having drugs, and went to jail. A LOT of drugs. He is in jail for 50 or so years, with no chance of parole before he serves 35, so don't worry about me going out for revenge. Chances are he is in a general population prison, and will get exactly what is coming to him.