Edward helped me into my red winter coat with matching
Burberry scarf. He put on an overcoat, looking some sort of Mafia don. He was
so sexy and lithe. Plus, he’d come such a long way in the few weeks that I’ve
been home. Granted, almost daily appointments with Dr. Benson and his
therapist, Michele, helped him tremendously.
There were still things that Edward freaked out about. He
didn’t like to be touched by anyone but me. He also couldn’t wear a belt since
it reminded him too much of the whips and chains that he was beaten with. Uncle
Peter got him suspenders so his pants for his suits wouldn’t fall down. Edward
still harbored a great deal of anger and resentment toward his mother. She was
a victim in this, almost as much as he was, but she gave up when he was
fourteen, when he needed her the most. Edward did have some huge anger issues.
For the most part, he was easy-going, but if something made him pissed, he
would stomp around like a bull and things would get broken. Michele is working
with him on that, having him use various calming techniques.
Finally, there was the guilt and pain associated with
anything sexual. Edward’s introduction to sex was violent and cruel. He knew
how to pleasure a woman, but now, the mere thought of doing anything other than
kissing, hugging or cuddling, made his stomach churn. Dr. Benson said that was
a normal response for someone who underwent such long-term sexual abuse and
rape. When the time was right, both Edward and I would go to couple’s therapy.
I would do anything for him to ensure that he was happy, healthy and most
importantly, safe.
Edward, looking like a mafia Don
Bella's Cane
Bella's SUV
Bella's Suit (with flats, not heels)
Bella's winter coat
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