I went through the same thing in college years ago. I was co-authoring a story with my abuser. We were so involved with it, I was so involved with it, and she put me through so much shit. Emotional abuse and manipulation, isolation, mood swings. One day, when we were driving back to school, she started to hit me.
One night in the bathroom, I had a breakdown. I couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop shaking. And yet, I still didn't know how to get it. How does this story end? She threw a knife at me. That got college administration involved. Months later, stupidly, I tried to patch up our friendship (we had a story, after all, to write) and that eventually ended with her threatening to kill me. Finally she was removed from campus and I was smart enough to just let it die.
Let it die, anon.
You can write other comics. You can publish other stories. You have the entire rest of your life to do that. But without your mental health and sanity, anon, you have NOTHING.
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One night in the bathroom, I had a breakdown. I couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop shaking. And yet, I still didn't know how to get it. How does this story end? She threw a knife at me. That got college administration involved. Months later, stupidly, I tried to patch up our friendship (we had a story, after all, to write) and that eventually ended with her threatening to kill me. Finally she was removed from campus and I was smart enough to just let it die.
Let it die, anon.
You can write other comics. You can publish other stories. You have the entire rest of your life to do that. But without your mental health and sanity, anon, you have NOTHING.
NOTHING.
Please, get out.