We began seeing each other more regularly at his friend’s apartment - or so I thought. Twice every week we would meet and go have sex, cuddle, talk, leave and go grab a coffee and then go on our ways. I started seeing some red flags when we went to Starbucks.
The first time was after an intense argument. He pushed me against my front door and forced me inside. I submitted because I thought that’s just how sex was supposed to happen.
It started out as a really happy relationship, was very smitten and it felt exciting and fun and I couldn’t see any faults
Each year I was with him resulted in abuse so extensive that when the authorities were sent out to do a welfare check I was hidden away, at one point he kidnapped me across state lines to hide my where abouts!
Every day he reminded me of how worthless I was, at that point I completely believed him since I never knew what Love was, I thought that was it.
They took me to an apartment building where they had access to an unfinished room in the basement (nobody ever came down). They tied me to the bed and left for about 10 or so hours.
I met my soon to be ex-husband when I was 23 he was sweet and kind and everything I ever wanted in a man, he used the words I wanted and needed to hear like beautiful not hot. He painted a picture of our future together that would fit every woman’s dream of a little house with a white picket fence. Not one of pain and hurt and distrust.
But the wakeup call came in the form of a man I got within 2012, the spark was there and all was amazing but soon as he didn’t get his own way he would smash up my house or photos I held dear...
I was bullied, beaten and raped by a boy who was only 1 year older than me. He would hit me with golf clubs, metal bars, thick tree branches, and he would punch and kick me
We fought a lot already but never anything physical until this night. We were drinking and over did it. We started arguing and it kept escalating
I hope he never drags you back to the car when you try and run away from him.
I hope when you go to pack your things, he doesn't drag you into the house and force you to get undressed.
We talked and he seemed nice, then we had a drink n went a walk in the woods, he put his jacket down so we could sit. we talked ages , then we kissed n I liked his kiss
He was paying no attention whatsoever, after 6 times of asking him to stop I snapped and said "Seriously if you don't stop I'll punch you in the fucking face" only then did he stop.
I was in a relationship with a guy for 3 years. The first year was amazing. The second year thing began to change. Every so often he would comment on how I looked (not in a good way) and the genuine way I was - this soon turned to everyday. He called me fat,
The abuse progressed the older I grew. The words I love you were accompanied with a punch to the face and tearful apologies.
I felt scared and completely helpless and burst into tears. I asked them to let me out and they said they would on the condition that I performed oral sex on them or had sex with one of them
Then, it happened to me again. How does something like this happen to somebody twice? My (ex) boyfriend's co-worker was sitting with me at the bar and I confessed to him about my situation.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep for about an hour, then I heard him coming from my living room into my room, the hall wasn’t long at all so it was a short journey.
He didn’t say anything...
He started taking his clothes off, right down to his boxers...
It was all sweet and innocent at the start, we spoke for hours on the phone every day until he started getting possessive over me. Demanded to know who I was with, where I was, proof that I was where I was
At the age of 14 I got with someone, let’s give them the name of Simon. He was my first relationship, I was depressed, needed love, I self-harmed, and had nobody but him,
