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.
A fist has my hair, and my head meets a wall. "No, but we can play a game" the man says with my mane in his grip. I know what’s coming next. A black shirt is secured around my eyes and head. Blinded. I am dragged
I was 18, in an unstable relationship and he asked me on holiday with his family. I thought, “Yeah I’ll go, this holiday will show me whether being with him is right or not. It’s going to make us or break us.”
She suffocated, her voice gone. Even though she is gone, we always remember her. We are her voice, forever speaking the words unspoken.
I was walking to my room from the restroom when I felt someone try to grab me I tried to run. But then he grabbed my leg. Tripped me. I shielded my face. But he grabbed my legs and started to drag me to his room
After a while he and his friends and I went back to his house to watch a movie. His friends very promptly left and he went downstairs with them to say goodbye and said to wait there in his room. His phone went off and I checked it, my hands were shaking as I saw "you better fuck her or I will”.
While I was sleeping he crawled up behind me and pulled my shirt up exposing and grabbing my breast. I pushed him away and yelled at him.
The man forced me to take my clothes off, and forced me onto the bed, when he began to rape me. I remember thinking just close your eyes and keep your head down, it will soon be over. I saw a silhouette at the door and could see someone else stood there.
I did nothing for years I was too ashamed, too scared not only that people wouldn't believe me but of letting the cat out of the bag after suppressing the memories, thinking that I did something to provoke it, that something was wrong with me. Eventually I did it and I went to the police
I know what he did was rape, but the abuse didn’t stop there, because people believed that he couldn’t do such a thing and that I surely couldn’t be pregnant. To this day people still disbelieve me, and so to this day, he is winning, and I remain abused.