Name calling, threats, screaming, pushing, grabbing. None of this was ever okay but I thought it was. I thought it was normal. I thought if I tried harder or looked better it would stop.
I sustained 6 concussions was taped up several times & strangled repeatedly. He also shaved my head.
At first, he seemed so lovely and he kept treating me and Ellie and making us both happy and smile. It got into the second month of going out and he started getting so angry
I lied to my family and friends about my bruises and made excuses for his behaviors. “Oh he’s just depressed”
After a while of being spit on, punched, kicked and strangled, he got up and I thought it was over. He picked up a pen and started stabbing me with it and then held it to my throat while making awful threats
He split my head open, broke my ribs, pulled my finger nails off one by one, he pulled clumps of my hair out, he stabbed me with a screwdriver, he beat me with a hammer