My Story.

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hello, many of you know me as a simple artist who posts my art on this platform, and some of you might have been spared from the twisted and converted story of whats been happening with me and my ex, Rango. i will be naming him, as this is my part of the story, and i have not gotten a chance to fully explain it to everybody. lets get into it. my cousin isabella, some of you know her as @-Isabelle-_-Fanta- or her past account. let me start with this: she is a plain liar. she has lied about the situation multiple times making me look like an innocent victim that Rango has picked on while we were together. while this is not true, i would like to say that he has not been the best while we we're together. we started out as strangers. Rango started heavily defending me from my previous ex, which i will not be naming. he randomly defended me with his whole heart even though he did not know the slightest bit of me. even though this could be looked at as a good friend, it is also a red flag. Rango did not know me. he did not even acknowledge that i had no idea who he was. but i was stupid at the time and became friends with him after that situation. he wanted to create a chat to talk with me. there were other people in the chat, and multiple times he put things like "i have a massive crush on (me)" or "i like her a little more than friends." i was very uncomfortable with this. i did not think of him like that. we had been friends for about 2 days. yeah, it was weird. he then put a link in the chat so we could privately chat. in that chat, he confessed that he liked me. i was a nice person at the time. i thought about others before myself. i was also confused with my feelings. i had previous trauma with bad relationships, and i did not know what to do in this situation other than to please him. i would also like to note that he had asked this while my profile CLEARLY stated that i was in no condition to be in a relationship. he saw this and still asked me. red flag. but I was blind, of course i was. i said yes. TW- THE REST OF THIS HAS SENSITIVE CONTENT. CONTINUE ONLY IF YOU HAVE ACKNOLEDGED THIS WARNING. immediatly after i said okay, he started doing things to me. he m4de o.. with me digitally and touc..d me as an rp. he of course asked permission to do this, but i was so uncomfortable that i puked. i dont know why i said it was okay. sometimes i do believe that i brought this upon myself. after that, i suggested that i go to bed, as it was late in the night. but even though i said this, he asked if he could do more than what he was already doing. i was terrified. i was shaking, crying, and more. but he didnt know that. it was a chat where u could hide ur face and mute ur mic. thats why i almost always hid my face from him. i was so uncomfortable and disgusted, reminded of my past trauma by what he was doing. and let me tell u, he knew about my trauma. he knew it was recent. yet he still did this. almost every time we went on call, which was everyday, he did this to me. and i let it happen. i am so dumb. then came the secrets. he had NEVER told me that he was in a relationship with another girl while being with me. i showed visible discomfort with this. i do support being poly, it doesnt make me uncomfortable or anything. but i do not wish to be in a poly relationship. that is not my wish. and also the fact that he did not tell me until this point made me sad. it made me think i was less important than i thought i was to him. i felt as if he only talked to me when he wanted to do those rps, which was everyday. as time went on, my messed up mind got worse. i got so attached to the attention i was getting. i was so attached that i cried every night when i had to leave. i convinced myself that i liked the things he was doing because what else was i supposed to do? i didnt want to hurt his feelings. even though he was internally hurting me. i turned hypers...al. i started asking for it every night. i couldnt stand being without him for a second. and when i told him this, he took it as love. so that was fine i guess. good things might have come out of this, but the weight of my crumbling mental health blinded that. i was broken by the time we knew i needed a break. i took one. but it was so hard. i couldnt stand one day without him. i ripped my sk1' off and sh so much during that period. so what did i do? i went back to him. for comfort. for closure. i never got that closure though, i was always wanting more. like i said, i was broken. so i stayed with him. but i got angry. i dont know why. he brought another girl up that he was thinking about dating and i got so mad, thinking back to it, i laugh. i was so mad and sad that i broke down and cried all night. i cut contact with him and didnt talk to him as much. im only calling him "him" at this point. i cant hear his name without tearing up. i got angry. at him. at his other girl. at his new crsh. at my mom. my friends. my dad. my pets. myself.