The Post Discard Battle – Part One


Everything we do is regarding as a battle. It is a zero sum game. What you lose, we gain. There may appear to be a “win/win” scenario during seduction but it is not the case. Believe me, we are getting what we want, positive fuel in huge quantities and the repeated binding as we draw you closer and closer to us. You are made to feel like a queen but you will be deposed and beheaded or defenestrated in due course. You always pay for the golden period we shower you with. We draw up our battle plans when we ready ourselves to seduce you. The greater of us adopt the approach of every battle is won before it is fought. The lesser of our kind remain effective but they rely on being a blunt weapon, not possessing the intellectual finesse of us greaters. The lesser plans less and relies on the visceral (unknown) need for fuel to drive his battle strategy. His is all about reaction and immediate response, an automatic adjustment, which is invariably successful because he has been blessed with those tools, blunt as they may be.

          Our engagement with you is not love. It is war. We conquer, overrun and blitzkrieg you into submission. We occupy you so that your heart and mind fall to us within moments. This army of occupation does not stop there as it raids the land it now resides in. Your resources become our resources and we ensure that our supply lines are fed from your assets. The occupation eventually takes a savage turn through devaluation as we slash and burn, looking to grind you into the dirt before leaving you a stripped, bomb-blasted shell and setting off for a new campaign against some unsuspecting target. The theme of battle and your entanglement with our kind being a battleground, is one which is repeated throughout your engagement with us.

          This is especially so once the callous discard has taken place. It is then that you find yourself confronted with three battles which take place one after the other. Not only do you have us as our foe but in an especially unappealing turn of events you find that in fact you are actually fighting against yourself. The first battle following discard is the emotional one. You have been left with no explanation. If one was tendered it made no sense. You cannot reconcile where you are with what has been. The descent from gilded pillar into the dust has been swift and merciless. Every day you have run the gauntlet of scores of emotions, which has drained you, eroded you and taken a significant toll on your well-being. Your emotions are red raw, heightened and easy to trigger. Your pain is extensive, agonising and brutal and it is during this emotional battle that your ally of cool, detached thinking has not fled the battlefield, it never turned up to begin with. Your ability to assess, rationalise and consider your position with the necessary critical analysis evades you. All you are left with is a cauldron of emotion, which serves only to heighten your distress and your confusion. Nothing makes sense and you have not been left in a position to make any sense of what has happened. This is entirely deliberate. I know so many of you use the phrase “hot mess”. This is entirely apt. You are a mess. Your life is a mess. The heat comes from your raging emotions as you veer between hysteria and anger.

          Of the three battles that you fight post discard, the emotional battle, the first, is the one which you invariably end up losing. This is because you are utterly ill-equipped. If you were an army your troops would be sharing guns, you would not know which way to face, your supply lines have been overstretched and in some places broken and the enemy seems to appear at will. The fog of war obscures your vision. Is that us advancing or just the silhouette of a tree? You cannot tell. Once you could, but no longer. It is a tortuous place and one which has been created through our design in order to ensure that when return (and we will) you will be in no position to resist. Weakened, governed by emotion rather than intellect you will be overrun easily. This is when the hoover operates. This battle, where all you have is emotion, means that you want the pain to stop. You want the golden period again. You give no consideration or thought to what might be the price of such desires, or whether it really is the golden period once more. You are ruled by emotion and this proves to be your downfall. We know this and this is why we ensure you are a churning, broiling scorching crucible of emotion. We create it, we want that. This is why your first attempt at no contact (without the benefit of specialist input) nearly always falls. You are not equipped to prolong it because in this emotional battle all it takes is for us to come galloping over the hill once again, offering terms of the golden period and you surrender in an instant allowing us to occupy your territory once more in the understandable but ultimately forlorn hope of a peaceful co-existence.

          How do you win this emotional battle? You cannot. You are in such a position that we always win this battle. The key however is not to participate in this battle but rather avoid it altogether. If you know there is a battle you cannot win, why would you ever fight it? You would not. You would evade your foe, take steps to bolster your defences and seek to avoid this emotional battle. This is what you must do. Once you have gained awareness of the foe you are engaged with, possibly during seduction or more likely through the period of devaluation, you must then take those steps to prepare yourself. You either avoid the emotional battle altogether by escaping rather than being discarded. Alternatively, you steel yourself for the inevitable discard so that the emotional fallout is massively reduced and instead you find yourself transported to the second battle that takes places post discard which I shall expand on in a further article.

          If you have been discarded, then you face the emotional battle and you will lose. You must avoid the emotional battle in its entirety or engage on terms in the second battle which follows post discard.

14 thoughts on “The Post Discard Battle – Part One

  1. Ian says:

    Pretty close to what happened to me. Outrageously naive emotional blubbering mess . Scorned at every corner

  2. BraveHeart says:

    So looking forward to the next one. This was great!

    1. ashley says:

      There is a next one.

      It’s not that good.
      I learned nothing from it.

      1. BraveHeart says:

        Good thing I’m not you, ashley (with a small ‘a’). I tend to make judgments based on my own opinions, not on those of others, such as yourself.

      2. Ian says:

        You were singing its praises earlier Ashley


  3. SweetSoul says:

    Ashley I wish I’d had the sense to jump once i got an inkling of what the person I called my husband really was! Instead I experienced the discard in all its blind-siding, heart wrenching horror. 15 months on and I can finally say I’m happy & feel like I know who I am. despite the occasional anxiety that comes to play when I’m reminded of him in some way.

  4. Red rider says:

    I am still confused about the discard? Is this when you won’t talk to us at all or will you still have low contact? He’s backed off on messaging but if I message he gets back to me right away! And the mind games, I’ve backed off and I’m not allowing myself on Facebook at night right now(that’s our primary communication through messenger) so I’ve noticed he’s staying off of it during the day now. Unless I message him he answers. I mean I’m definitely not primary anymore, so what am I?? Thanks HG:)

  5. ashley says:

    I cannot wait until the next article, HG!

    I didn’t know what ‘steel yourself’ meant, so I looked it up..

    HG, that’s precisely what I did.
    I felt impending doom if I stayed with my ex.
    Friend: “I used to think T was perfect for you. I mean, you’ve stuck by him for sooo long…”
    Me: “Even the Titanic sunk. We’re clearly sinking, and I can’t stop it no matter how hard I try. I will not go down with this ship any longer. I’m jumping… lifeboat or not.”

  6. ashley says:

    The ex would exhaust me…. Literally his favorite turn of phrase immediately following his “No”:
    Shit eating grin etched on his face, he always said,
    “I’m not trying to boss you around, I’m just trying to tell you what to do.”
    Maybe it was witty the first time… oh, but not to him. After 5 years, he’d still deliver that line as if he literally just thought of it for the first time. Mind boggling…

    1. ashley says:

      This was for your other post lol sorry HG..

  7. HG,
    Some questions.
    1. Would you rather control your environment than escape it?
    2. Do you think insomnia is caused by not wanting to lose control?
    3. Do you think revisiting the trauma provokes vulnerability and makes talking about it uncomfortable and makes one think it is irrelevant as a defense mechanism?
    4. Do you think that keeping so much of yourself private is a game to create mystique to draw people to you, to hide from IP and colleagues, friends, or to excerise your control over commenters?
    And lastly,
    5. Do you or have you contemplated the outcome of changing your behavior? If so, has your ideas about change reinforced your behavior or diminished the need to behave as you do?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      1. Yes.
      2. Possibly.
      3. yes.
      4. No it is because of what i do professionally which would cause me considerable problems if my identity was known.
      5. I have contemplated it yes. I am not convinced by it.

  8. Smoke says:

    HG, what is meant by this “engage on terms in the second battle which follows post discard.” Will he come back and I will be more informed for the second round?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Invariably he will and yes it means you can engage on terms where you have knowledge and understanding to assist you in the second battle.

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