Hi, sweetie:
First of all, congratulations for standing up for yourself. I am very, very proud of you. You showed him who was boss (at least initially) and he folded. Then, unfortunatly you folded.
Of course you want to be with someone, no matter how badly you were treated. I missed having my "first love" around me for quite awhile, although I had enough self-esteem not to call him--and that was incredibly hard to do.
Have you ever heard of "avoidance therapy"? I AM NOT A MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONAL, but it works something like this. You start doing some kind behavior that you've somehow picked up--say in your case you want to call him. Then you associate that with something painful or bad--say the way he treated you. Every time you're about ready to pick up that phone, think of how shabbily he treated you--think of all that extortion money you paid (that's what you essentially did), think of all the terrible things he did to you. That should be enough to want you to put the phone down without calling.
From the description you gave, it sounds like your previous bf treated you the same way. Why do want to get involved with men who treat you this way? Nice girls appear to be attracted to bad boys because they appear to lead such an--I can't think of the right word--exciting life style. The glitter rubs off pretty quickly though and all you have left is dross (look up word--you'll see what I mean). If you feel that you're only worth having those kinds of men, you wish to seek the advice of a mental health professional. There may be something you're subconsciously doing in making the wrong choice. The sooner you nip this in the bud the better.
You don't know how fortunate you are that your mom is so supportive. My mom absolutely HATED my first love and when we broke up I'm sure she was completely overjoyed. There was no way I could go to her.
I get the idea that he may not be capable of appropriately loving a woman. Did you ever find out why he ended up getting a divorce? It does take two to make a relationship work but if one has severe emotional baggage that s/he won't get rid of, the other may decide after awhile to throw in the towel (with any luck, before it's too late). Don't do the "if he really loved me" thing--just accept the fact that it's over and you will learn to let go.
When I've had my heart broken, I enjoy listening to music and somehow am able to find songs that capture my feelings. Here are the lyrics to a song called "It's Over" by Boz Scaggs (with a few words changed) for your situation:
Best of friends
Never part
Best of fools has loved forever
From the bottom of her heart
So why pretend
This is the end
You'll have to find out for yourself
Go on ask somebody else
Chorus:
Why can't you just get it through your head
It's over, it's over now
Yes, you heard me clearly now I said
It's over, it's over now
I'm not really over you
You might say that
I can't take it, I can't take it
Lord, I swear I just can't take it no more
(Go away) go away
(Far away) so far away
It's too late to turn back now
And it don't matter anyhow
'Cause I was right
You're to blame
Can't go on the same old way
Can't keep up the same old game
(Chorus)
I'm not really over you
You might say that
I can't take it, I can't take it
Lord, I swear I just can't take it no more
That song helped me a great deal, because I imagined singing it to him while he was stuck sitting on a bar stool and I was walking around him (in other words, he had to take it from all sides).
It's very possible that you cried yourself out because you did suspect that the end was coming.
Because of a guy I moved 1000 miles away from where I grew up (I was 29 at the time). I met him whilst I was on vacation (he's my best friend's cousin and offered his hospitality when I was in the area). We clicked immediately and had the most wonderful time together. Came the day for me to go and we both cried. We both spent money on phone bills (back before they had pre-paid phone cards) and I decided that since he couldn't move up there I'd move to him.
I think the relationship had peaked whilst I was there because once I got down there the shine had rubbed off. We were too diferent for each other. I tried to keep an open mind to him but he wouldn't keep an open mind to me. I went to several things I didn't want to go to (nothing weird or kinky) because he wanted to go to them. We started having diagreements not all that long after I got down there and I walked into that situation with eyes wide open. I knew there was a 50/50 chance things wouldn't go well but I was willing to accept that.
Anyway, Christmas was a very bad time for us. I think we patched things together because neither of us wanted to be lonely. His behavior kind of changed--at one sweet then scolding me because of what we had done (nothing terrible but a little adventuresome). The next time we would get into that situation I'd remind him about how things went before and he said they'd be different and they weren't.
Before Valentine's Day I realized it was over. We had gone to the State Fair because the Christian Rock group he was part of was performing. I went with, even though I knew I'd be home late would get about 4 hours' sleep before getting up to go to work the next morning. I don't know that we sat together on the bus trip up, I think I brought the paper and read it. We barely spoke to each other on the ride up and definitely not on the ride back. When we did speak the conversation was polite but very strained.
Then he shocked me by inviting me to go on a dinner cruise for Val's Day. I actually didn't want to go but I said I would. Looking back on it, the entire experience could have made for a great episode of some sitcom. We sat there as though we "had" to be together (like we were the last ones pcked for a sprots team) and barely spoke to each other. I tried to pretend he either wasn't there or that he was somebody else.
There's a movie I watch every Val's Day and it was going to be on. All I could think about was being back in time to see it. I kept hoping we'd back in time so I wouldn't miss any of it. He just couldn't get me back fast enough (I'm sure he wanted the evening to end). God was in my corner because I got back in plenty of time.
I think the next evening I called him at work (he was an EMT at the time) and told him it was over and we had to face it--I couldn't believe I was saying that. I hated doing it over the phone but I didn't know when next I would see him. There was sadness in his voice like he still wanted to go on with it. When I got off the phone I was completely euphoric, like the weight of the world was off my shoulders and I felt like jumping up and down.
I believed I had cried myself out beforehand. As far as you, my dear, you just have to take it day by day. You may be numb right now because you took the first step and you may end up crying several times. That's OK. The tears will dry up over time as you find your center of balance.
Good luck, and please keep posting.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Camille