But that’s when I passed out. And when I woke up my apparent family “friend” was on top of me, he was inside me. My first reaction was to panic, cry and say no, I don’t want this. He was clearly taken by surprise by my reaction as he jumped out the bed, pulled his jeans on all while swearing under his breath
He ran up behind me, started pulling down my pants as I was CLINGING onto the bathroom door & trying to spin the lock to unlock the door. I’m not sure if I heard anyone on the other side, but as I was then hanging off this door
what are you talking about?" I felt like I was crazy. He would flirt with other girls in front of me. Cheat on me and lie about it when presented with proof. My self esteem was in the toilet. I felt like even if he cheated on me, at least I was the one he really loved. I was a smart girl and acted so beneath myself. I still feel shame about that.
Over the course of our relationship he became very possessive. He became a bully. He made me think that I didn't have anyone but him so in turn I kept staying at his house away from my amazing parents. There were multiple incidents of him throwing me out in the rain with no jacket or shoe
Over the next year, he stalked me. I was constantly afraid. We lived in the same town. And the landlord of the apt he had destroyed honestly felt terrible for me, so he fixed up the apartment and let me stay there because I had gotten a job close by. It was nice of him, however now John knew where I lived AND how he break in.
I came to the conclusion it was because i was speaking to his friend and i was right, when his friend left to go elsewhere my boyfriend pulled me to the side to tell me i was acting like a slut and embarrassing him....
Wondering how it ever ended up like this, why it’s happening too you and how you can get out of it.. if there’s even a way out? You sit and think to yourself how can somebody who claims they love you hurt you so bad, you want to tell someone desperately about what’s going on and what you’re going through but you don’t ever seem too have the right words.
he would take my keys or my debit card, he would often take the phone so I couldn't call for help. His neighbours on several occasions heard my cries and witnessed him drag me in the house by my hair and yet not one of them called for help
when i eventually found out what he was like i was too scared to leave the relationship, i was inlove with him i didnt want anything to jepordise that..he started off by calling me horrible names and making me feel like i wasn’t worth anything that’s when the bad stuff started happening.
I try and set my mind back to the girl I was then, to attempt to understand why I was so desperate for this man to love me, why I allowed someone to treat me so badly. This man, his abuse, is what I called love, something I felt that I needed.
I tried to break it off right away but he always was there...showing up, apologizing. I kept taking him back as more of these incidents occurred. I was talking to my best friend on the phone one day while living at my moms house. By that time I knew better than to talk to guys or I’d “get it”.
I met him on Canada day 2011 and thought it was the most romantic way to spend a first night together, under a blanket of fireworks in a field all too ourselves, it seemed perfect, little did I know what I was in for... alothough looking back now I can see there were red flags I missed,
Obviously I went to my thanksgiving and he called me 36 times on my phone and when I finally answered he forced me to leave my family and drive him to his... or else. My family already hated him at this point and they were pissed I was leaving to go to his
My husband went as far to plant men’s clothing in the house to accuse me of cheating and demanded I tell him who I was sleeping with, although I swore and promised I would never do that to him. He made me believe that I was the things that he called me and I was suicidal a lot of the time.
You had your hand around my throat. I couldn’t scream or anything, it’s not like it done any good or made a difference, with the thunder booming every few seconds.
She put my boots on and I remember having problems breathing. She set me in back of car and low and behold there is tony in front seat. I blacked out.
These scars of my past have made me a survivor. Strong. Able. A winner. Humanitarian. Today, I won because you will not have a hold over me for the rest of my life
Having one person that believes you unconditionally makes all the difference in the world. And even as hard as this has been, I have not fallen back into self-harm in the past 6 years. I am truly, honestly happy for the first time in a very long time
This would seem insane except that the threats to my family and his seemed credible. And most of my family had been intelligence. And as he knew I struggled with paranoia because of my mental illness
I tried to move but they held me down, taking turns I tried to say no but I felt numb and I couldn’t move. I blacked out again and when I woke up I was in a bed with 8 naked guys all around the room sleeping.