Show your support for NO MORE domestic violence and sexual assault
I was involved in an abusive relationship for 6 years. When we first started dating he was very sweet and we were instantly inseparable. At first I thought the fact that he wanted to spend every waking moment together was sweet, but I later learned that he was isolating me from my friends and family. He started being verbal abusive-- calling me stupid, retarted, a bitch, cunt, ugly, fat, and that he was the only person that would ever love me becausee I was such a bitch. He told me that my friends didn't understand our relationship because they weren't good friends and didn't love me. If I wanted to leave his house and go home he would threated to break up with me. He cheated all the time and when I would confront him about it he would tell me I was a crazy bitch. I was so in love that I felt like I couldn't live without him. I made excuses for him to my friends and family because they didn't understand why I stayed with him. He would get made and scream at me if he found out I was hanging out with my best friends. He would punish me by withdrawling from me and not giving me affection. I had to beg for him to forgive me. He would punch walls, throw my cell phone, go through my phone and question who I was talking to, pin me down on the floor, shake me, choke, hit, slap, pull my hair, and once he threw my down his stairs. Everytime he was physical with me he told me I deserved it and I would have to beg for him to forgive me. When I would show him bruises he would laugh and tell me that it wasn't my fault that I bruised easiliy. My best friends stopped being my friend because they couldn't watch me keep going back with him. My family was distant because they were so disappointed. I knew our love was wrong, but I loved him and didn't know what I would do without him. He was my whole life. If I didn't do what he wanted me to do he would say I was a bitch and a bad girlfriend. I cried every single day and thought about suicide, because I was so miserable. I felt so alone inside. I never called the police because I wanted to protect him and I didn't want him to think I was crazy, like he always said I was. It took me a long time but one night after he was physically abusive to me I was sitting on his bed saying that he hurt me, he looked me in the eye and said I was crazy and his hands were in his pockets the hold time and he never touched me. He told me if I really thought that he hit me that I was crazy and we were done. I knew in that moment that one day he was going to kill me and he would look down at my body and say, "I didn't do it, I swear I never touched her." I left his house and never took him back again. He called and text me religiously begging for me back. I never answered his calls or text messages. I finally changed my phone number and blocked him on social media. It's been a year and a half since I have seen or spoke to him. A year and a half that I wake up with a smile on my face. A year and a half that I have not cried. With the support of my family and friends I found my self worth. I deserve to be happy and to be treated well. It is not my fault that I was abused and I am not unworthy of love. Just yesterday I met up with one of my best friends that stopped being my friend two years ago because of my ex. Finally I am getting my life back. I thank God that I never committed suicide and that I made it through a tough 6 years. I survived. And if I can survive, so can anyone else going through an abusive relationship. Love doesbn't hurt and I hope my story will help at least one person going throuh what I went through. Today I was NO MORE to "but he was sorry." I say NO MORE to "I will never hit you again." and I was NO MORE to "I deserve it, I shouldn't have made him so mad." Kristine
