Sister would like to share her story...... Hello, I would like to anonymously share my story. I dont really have anyone to talk to about it...they dont understand and dont like to hear about it. My abuse started when I was 17. My bf at the time slapped me hard during an argument. I lost it and hit him back and broke up with him. He begged and pleaded and apologized over and over and being young and naive I went back. I turned 18 and everyone was telling me to break up with him. He proposed and I knew I didnt love him nor wanted to get married. Everyone told me not to. So I rebelled and eloped at the courthouse. Two days later the real abuse started. He would turn off the ignition while I was driving. He kept me from my friends and family. Kept me from leaving. Would call my boss and say I wasnt going to work. Punched me in my lower body for absolutely no reason, we could be watching TV silently and he would suddenly punch me. With the help of my mom, I was able to leave him and get a restraining order 6 months into the marriage and was able to get divorced when he moved back to his home state (he was army). One year later I met HIM. He was handsome and muscular and held down a good job and went to school. He was one of my supervisors son and she brought him into the office to set us up. He had two daughters (started at 16) but from what I saw was a good dad. It was wonderful and so great that I moved in with him after 6 months. Left my hometown and moved 30 mins away, to the city I was also working in. Less than a month later things started changing. I didnt want to believe it or accept it. It started with him becoming very angry out of the blue. Blocking the door so I couldnt leave. Making comments about my clothes and trying to control what I wore. Disappearing for hours up to a day. Taking my car and leaving me stranded. I dont remember the first time he hit me. I think I have blocked it out. I do remember constantly being on edge because I never knew what would set him off or when. He was mean. So mean. He degraded me. Accused me of cheating and sleeping with his cousin (also his best friend). He would scream in my face. And punch me over and over, but never in the face. I had to always wear long sleeves to cover my bruises. I found out he was using meth. I was 20 yrs old and knew nothing about the drug. But I endured the effects of it. Right when I found my strength and was going to leave, I learned I was pregnant. I was devastated. I ALWAYS wanted to be a mommy. How could I abort my baby? So I kept her. And I tried to make it work. Things were better for a couple months. But that was it. The physical abuse lessened, but the verbal and emotional abuse increased ten-fold. I cant even count the number of times he accused me of the babu being his cousins. Then she was born, after spending nearly my entire labor alone in the bedroom. I was in love! So happy to be a mommy and just in awe of her. Then he left the hospital, for 12 hours. And came back high and got in my face with more crazy accusations. When the nurse brought the paternity affidavit in he refused to sign. I was so embarrassed. When we left the hospital he wouldnt let me sit in the back with her. And when we got home everything resumed. He disappeared more frequently for days at a time. He was going to his exs house to get high with her and other people. The physical abuse worsened. He smoked meth in front of my face. I tried leaving a couple of times, once he came to my moms house when I tried leaving him at midnight. I didnt want my family affected. So I stayed. I stayed even though he shoved so hard and so far i landed against the closet door and fell on my tailbone and couldnt wake normal for two weeks. Even though I was being stranded and left at work with no way home. Even though I couldnt see my mom or friends. Even though he was abusing me and putting me in choke holds in front of our baby. Even though I was missing work.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 17:07:16 +0000
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