I was 14 when I got into my first proper relationship. Little did I know that it would change my life in the worst possible way. He was popular, charismatic, extremely smart, and talented and had a huge personality. I was a shy, insecure kid so I felt super lucky to be with him.
At the beginning, it felt like I was on top of the world. He made me feel beautiful, important and wanted. I had never received that kind of attention before. I quickly fell for him. But it didn’t take long for things to go sour. He isolated me from my friends and family so that I had no one else. He constantly criticized and degraded me in social situations, always making sure that I was below him. He turned me into a meek extension of himself; I had to like the things that he liked and do the things that he wanted to do. He threatened to hurt himself or even kill himself if I left. I was always the one in the wrong. I was constantly walking on eggshells around him to avoid his outbursts of anger. And every single day after school we had to fool around, otherwise he’d be furious at me, guilt trip me or ignore me completely.
After two years together, he suddenly turned to me and hinted that it was the end of our relationship. That day we walked home together, and he lead me into the woods where we regularly fooled around. He told me that I could win him back and change his mind if I did something for him. I was extremely upset and crying over the thought of us breaking up, so I refused. But that didn’t matter. He pushed me to my knees, placed his dick in my mouth and held my head in place until he was done. Then he broke up with me and walked away. In a twisted way, it was both the worst and best day of my life. I had been broken, but I had also been set free.
Or so I had thought. After a year of being single, I met a new guy. In the early days of our relationship, my ex asked to meet with me. He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to kiss him. This was his final effort to control my life. I walked home sobbing, knowing that I had to tell my new boyfriend that I had kissed someone else, and potentially facing another break up. This is when I found the strength to cut my ex out of my life for good. I was finally able to see his true, cruel intentions. I sent him a final goodbye over text and deleted him from everything. I have never looked back.
I am still with my boyfriend. We are now going 5 years strong. I still struggle with my triggers from my previous relationship. I still find it hard to say no to sex because I some part of me still thinks that I’ll get yelled at or get the silent treatment. But as a couple we work through it. I will never get my teenage years back, but I have complete control over my future. Despite everything, I am happy, and that is the best revenge of all.
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