When I finally started talking - I talked to everyone. I remember being in England visiting friends and just suddenly spilling my guts about what a difficult time I was having and it just did not feel normal. The really ironic thing is that I knew Wael was sick. I knew there was something wrong from the day he told me "my father told me to tell you what I have" and I STILL didn't realize how manipulated I was. I knew he hurt me and made me cry, I knew there was constant drama around him anytime I tried to speak. I knew I felt alone and invisible with him - but it wasn't until I had validation from others when I started going to places to find help for him, that I realized how bad off I was.
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