Alright, I try not to leak out personal information about myself as much as
possible, but I know there are women out there (who may be on here) going
through this and need any help that they can get, so here it goes.
Two years ago I was in a relationship with someone for about a good 13
months (A year and a month) and I was so in love with him in the beginning!
He seemed to be this out-going, sweet, very seductive and attractive guy. As
someone who used to be very depressed and lonely all the time with tons of
family problems, I always looked for someone to relate to and there I met
someone who had a more screwed up life than me, so in my eyes he was my
savior, my angel and my saint who was going to be the one to help me get
through life and would be the only one to understand me. Ha!
More about the relationship:
We got intimate very fast, which got me closer to him and more wrapped up
in him. Within the first month he was very bossy with me, which didn't bother
me that much, I just figured "Alright, maybe he's just the dominant type, we'll
learn to compramise in the future."
Secound month I came upon the fact that he was a jealous freak, and
wouldn't let me have any male friends or look at another man. It bothered
me, but I let it go.
Third month he became verbally abusive to me. That was fine, I'm used to
getting cussed out. However, one day he struck a nerve with something he
said so I spoke my mind and he ended up slapping me. Stupid me, I figured it
was just a little slap and I let it go.
Then as the months went on I got used to getting slapped, then it went on to
getting slapped so hard that I would fall to the floor, then punched in the
rubs and stomache, getting kicked, then eventually one day he was mad at
me for not loaning him money (I wasn't financially good at that time) and we
were in the car outside of a mall. I get my hair grabbed and he slams it into'
the dashboard, spits on me and pushed me out of the car...
Stupid me, I still stayed with him because I felt like it was my fault for not
giving him cash.
All that time, I still cared for him and wanted it to work. Do you know what it
took for me to stop loving and caring for him?
One day I was at his house, and I decided to be nice and do his laundry and
clean up his house while he was on his computer talking to God knows who
on msn. The alarm on my cellphone rang which indicated it was time for me
to take some medication that I was on. He was bored (and thought someoen
was calling me) and wanted to see who was on the phone. I told him the
truth and said, "Nobody, it's just the alarm." And then he said, "Let me see
the phone then." So I handed it to him and started ironing a shirt of his.
Letting him have my phone was a big mistake though because at that time
that cellphone I had, had old numbers from old boyfriends from years ago
with numbers that were already changed. He looked into' my phone and
asked me who a certain person was (which was of course an ex). I told him
straight out, and then explained to him the number was old and that I was
just too lazy to delete it, and that he could delete it if he wanted to. Then he
got pissed and pulleda very f***ed up line on me. "Who the f*** are you to
have a casual attitude with me whore? I dont like you keeping men's
numbers in your phone period." I ended up laughing and told him to calm
down and that it's nothing serious and that he needed to grow up.
....Bad choice of words.
He got really angry, got up out of his computer chair and threw it towards me
(but missed). Then he grabbed my arm and squeezed the f*** out of it
throwing me onto' the ground. Then he picked me up by my hair giving me
the world's hardest punch in the jaw... (Surprisingly no teeth fell out) I tried
to cover my face with my hands but he grabbed my left arm and twisted the
f*** out of it until there was a nice little snap leaving it broken.
...and nope, it's not over.
He decided to slam my head into' the floor.. which left me very dizzy. at this
point I was crying and screaming in pain. That didn't stop him. I got kicked
in the rinbs and stomache while down on the floor... Then he picked up the
iron and burnt the right side of my ribcage... which to this day has no feeling
in it. Then I end up getting dragged by my leg out the front door of his
house with my cellphone getting thrown at me, followed by getting spit on. I
sit there crying in all this pain trying to get up and leave his house as fast as
possible, and end up calling my old next door neighbors to tell them where i
am to come and pick me up and take me to a hospital.
I had some sort of nerve damage on my side, broken arm and a cracked
rincage. That is what it took for me to stop loving him. Only problem is that
then after that I only stayed with him out of fear of being worsely beaten
(possibley killed) if I would have tried to break up with him.
I took months and months of more beatings until an ex of mine who still to
this day cares for me got him arrested. I feel so stupid that I was with him,
and I still have nightmares. No woman deserves to be put through that, and if
you are in a relationship suffering from any abuse you should do what you
can now because it only gets worse.