One of the hardest things about leaving an abusive relationship was grieving the loss of the fantasy relationship I had in my head.

The one I’d been waiting and hoping for.  For so long.

The perfect man I thought my ex would one day become.

The man of my dreams

When I first met him he was charismatic and charming. He promised the world and swept me off my feet.

I saw a glimpse of that perfect man of my dreams.  The blissful marriage I’d dreamed of ever since I was a child.

It soothed my insecurities, made me feel whole.   I clung to that fantasy from that moment on.

But then he disappeared.   Some nasty guy showed up.   The first signs of emotional abuse appeared.  No sooner did he hurt me, the charming, fantasy man would reappear.

I must have imagined this abuse, I thought.   I minimised it.

Especially as he was now promising me that nasty guy wasn’t the real him.  He reassured me I’d only see that wonderful side of him from now on.

The high I felt from that fantasy man was as great as he was fleeting.

It never took long for him to disappear again and the sullen, moody nasty man would replace him.  He became ever more elusive as time wore on.

My fantasy man

I longed for Mr Nice Guy.  Wanted that dream man I’d first met.  I went into a desperate, futile search for ways of getting him back and keeping him by my side.

I changed my behaviour.  Accepted the blame.  Tried everything. Nothing worked.

I became addicted to getting that high again.   The one my fantasy man gave me like a drug.  By  now it was the only thing that could make me feel good about myself again.

It was an addiction that almost killed me.  My ex strangled me one day. 

When I finally found the courage to leave, what hurt the most was grieving the loss of that fantasy I had in my head.

It hit me hard when I realised how much I had lost.  In a way I lost my innocence after being in denial for years.

The fantasy bond

It took a lot to admit to myself, I’d been waiting and hoping for a dream man I had in my head.

I now had to accept this was a fantasy image of a man I had projected onto him myself.

The veil lifted off.   My dream man was not who my ex really was.  The truth was he was an abusive man whom could hide behind this facade at times.

I had convinced myself if I could rescue my ex from his damaged past then I would bring out the ‘real him’ forever.  This fantasy guy was also who my happiness now depended on.

I thought it was within my power to save and change him into the man of my dreams.   The one I’d convinced myself he was.

When I finally saw the truth it was painful.  My dreams of a wonderful future together were also shattered.   That hurt.   A lot.

This was a dysfunctional relationship.   In a sense, we were both bonded by fantasy.

It was me who needed saving.  I was as damaged as he was.  As insecure too.

We both feared intimacy and abandonment.  So, this fantasy relationship allowed enough of a separation from the terrifying reality of having a real one.

Closeness triggered fears of vulnerability.  Vulnerability scared me. Even though I craved intimacy.

Fantasy love

This fantasy bond protected us both.

We had the illusion of connection and closeness.   Whilst protecting enough emotional distance to not feel so scared by it.

That fantasy in my head was never going to deliver me the relationship or man I hoped for.  It was the opposite – unhealthy and no good for me.

The bubble had burst.

The fear of loss or abandonment can come from a lack of nurturing love in childhood.

As an adult you feel anxious and frightened of closeness. For fear of losing it and reliving that pain you felt as a child.

A fantasy bond feels familiar and safer.  But it’s a destructive type of relationship.

Each is looking to the other to fulfil unmet childhood needs.  Both of you are unable to trust, are defensive, repeating negative patterns and behaviour.

I lost myself in this process.  I walked on eggshells, changed my behaviour trying to fix things.

Depended my entire happiness on him, rather than finding it within.  I ended up hollow and numbed.

I had to break the fantasy bond and see it for what it was.

Look to saving myself, working on me.

The biggest turning point was when I asked myself:

What if he never changes into that dream man in my head?

I had to be the one to love myself instead.  And that was how I started to heal.

Learning to love myself.  Building my self-esteem.

Loving me as much I wanted others to love me.

Are you clinging onto a fantasy in your head?  Finding it hard to let go of the dream partner you have in your head?  Let me know in the comments below.