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The beginning in Where's that girl?

  • Jan. 28, 2020, 12:59 a.m.
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It all started my senior year of high school. After being on and off with my ex throughout high school we finally called it quits when he went to college. After he left, we continued being a thing when he would come home, but then I met the guy who seemed to be everything I needed. He came into my life at a time where I needed someone to be there for me. It was all perfect for the first two months of the relationship. but then it made a complete 180 turn. First, it started with accusations which were never true, but I was never right. Then it was him controlling my every move. Who my friends were, what wore to school, etc. Once he realized that he could control me in every aspect of my life, it wasn’t enough. That’s when the real damage began. He would verbally attack me and tell me I was worthless, no one would ever love me like he did, I was stupid, and it kept going on. When I just took the verbal attacks, the physical abuse started. I was covered in bruises but would do my best to cover them up. It could’ve been ninety degrees out and I would still wear a sweatshirt and jeans to hide the bruises. I finally decided that I needed to try and get out. I would let him control my friends when he was around or pick out my school clothes the night before. But in the morning before school, I would send him a picture to let him have the control, but would change before I went to school and would immediately change when I got home from school. I spent every day with him so it was hard for me to think of a way out. Towards the time that it was finally time for me to pick the college to follow my career dreams, he tried getting involved with that too. I chose a school 5 hours away from him and decided not to tell him. Once he found out the abuse was awful. But I knew my out was about to come. The day I left for college was the end of it I was finally free away from the guy who ruined my entire life.


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