Real stories of dating abuse
I would drive to the cliff and beg him to get away from the edge.
The pressure of feeling like I literally had his life in my hands was too much for me to handle at the age of 19.
I grew up in a household where violence was never an issue.
We never discussed it beyond the general basics most children learn, no one is allowed to physically harm you, make sure you tell us if you are being bullied, and never bully or physically hurt anyone else.
Abuse in relationships was not a topic of conversation because it did not need to be.
I had a large close-knit group of girlfriends, I am close to my parents, brother, sister, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
I just had to keep my head down and wait for it to be over.
I could not talk to any males without his permission, and if I was not with him I had to wait for his call.
Over the last year of our 4 year relationship, I cannot begin to count the number of times I attempted to break up with him.I wanted to support him and be there for him in any way he needed me.I happily took on the task of making him feel loved and supported no matter what, it was me who was going to show him unconditional love.Our relationship started as a dream, we were young and thought I was in love. Yes we were obsessed with each other, I knew that drove my parents crazy, I wanted to be with him 24/7, and he with me.Slowly little things were said that I initially thought came from a caring place, “wow you look like you have gained weight”, “you really think that guy was hitting on you?