I've been afraid of the submission guidelines because of how my story is but here goes.
I have met someone I later on found out to be powerfully psychic. I don't know if it takes one to spot one but I've been somehow able to know it without knowing how to explain it.
This guy, we used to be "intimate". Before I knew what it was, I found out we could astrally project ourselves. This meant if we wanted to have sex, that's how we did it. We had a way of seeing into each other, though it doesn't always mean he knew my thoughts just like I didn't know all of his.
We stopped seeing each other by the time we were close. Later on, I found out that he was seeing a girl whom he eventually married.
I understood perfectly that it was time to move on as soon as I found out. Even when he was with her, he tried to keep me attached to him. He can control the weather where I live, even though he now lives half way across the globe. He can also mind control birds and crickets so that they're always making some kind of noise to attach himself to me. The reality of this is worse than my description. Most of the time I got so annoyed that I imagined unpleasant ways of shutting him out (which I lack the psychic skill to enact). I already told him that I have no problem with him marrying someone else and wanted to move on every day for almost a year and still counting. There are times when I can pull my thoughts away from his orbit and that's when the weather gets cloudy and at times stormy.
He married another psychic. She decided that I was to be monitored 24/7 by herself as well, instead of helping him actually move on. She has an ability to tap so deep into my subconscious that life has been really depressing. She can time a house lizard's clicks with whatever thought in my head, however deep inside my subconscious and time it so that it causes me anxiety.
They leave me alone when all I can think of is wishing them ill. They return whenever I find some way of getting out of their prison.
Together, they have used their collective psychic powers to break my spirit. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever heal. I don't like the person I've become as a result of having to constantly fight the urge to fight back, keeping my internal thoughts safe from them and building up my life at the same time.