Heres MY STORY: I was young and in what I thought was love. I remember the first time he yanked me. In my mind it was a small thing. I remember the first time he pushed me. In my mind it was a playful act. I remember the first time he punched me. It sent up an alarm but by this time what I thought was love over ruled my judgement. He showed remorse and I was on to the next thing. I remember the first time he slapped me in public.....we were walking and a group of guys blew the horn at me.....he slapped me bc I was walking to slow and bc I was too pretty. I went home and tried to figure it out but couldnt bc by this point the low self-esteem had kicked in and we were the perfect couple. The SGA/Class president, the Homecoming Queen with the star Football Player yep we were the Perfect couple???? Fear and confusion eventually set in. I remember the stomping. We were arguing in front of the homies. All I remember is being on the ground and having my face stomped by a size 12 boot. I still cant figure out but by the GRACE and PROTECTION from God that I didnt have any injuries or scars. I remember feeling tough and helpless all at the same time. A part of you feels like you want to say something but you dont want the so called love to end. Of course I ended up pregnant. I must say that my baby saved my life. I remember he snapped one day with my 1 month old son in his arms. I picked up a bat and my friend picked up my tennis racquet. I finally made THE CALL......Mama I need your help! She came and she came with a vengeance! I was 18 years old when MY STORY ended. I was 15 years old when it began. Many things happened that werent expressed many feelings and emotions that paper cant even handle. I was GOOD at hiding MY STORY! Noone knew and those that did wouldnt say anything. I was the All American Teenage Girl....I had the popularity, the grades to match, the beauty, the new car, the HUGE cell phone, the pager, my hair was always on point and pretty much everyone loved me and my smile.....yep everyone loved me BUT ME! I had a SECRET! I was the main character in A STORY that couldve ended badly BUT I made it! I cut the head off of that giant and moved on to the next thing but many dont. For those of you who are wondering where was my family? They as close to me as i would let them be concerning my relationship. 1 out of 10 of you reading this post have been a victim or could possibly have a daughter who is going through it now! Can I recognize the signs now.....YES! Mothers, Friends, Aunts, Uncles, Fathers, ect PLEASE WATCH YOUR TEENAGE DAUGHTERS! Domestic Violence is NOT an age issue, a race issue, its not a social class issue.....DV doesnt care about you finacial status, its not an uncommon issue! Watch and know the right questions to ask! Look them in the face and ask if they are afraid. You have to be Bold.....ask if hes hitting them! ASK THE QUESTIONS dont leave them hanging! THIS IS MY STORY....Domestic Violence is REAL and it starts early!
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 15:54:21 +0000
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