We were sitting on the end of his bed when he grabbed me by my neck and pushed me down into the bed. I tried to fight back but he was bigger and fatter than me by maybe 70 pounds.
I was trying to be strong the whole time but she said one thing that kind of broke me down. She said "alcohol is the number one date rape drug, this is NOT your fault."
You always think it will never be you, you always feel some sort of sympathy towards victims but you can never relate, until the day the unexpected happens.
It was fine in the beginning, then things changed. We kept taking breaks and he would have other relations with so many girls that I was unaware of. Eventually he cheated.
The violence began to escalate, now it would be over little things or nothing at all. He told me I was a worthless whore and no one would ever love me like he did.
The change was gradual, and the abuse started subtly, but eventually it got to a breaking point. I was deprived of sleep whilst studying for exams, berated, accused of theft, my emotions were dismissed and minimized, ill mental health was called an 'excuse',
I was telling myself that other people have gone through worse and that I set myself up for it. I should have fought to get away. I should have just tried harder. The whole experience tore me apart. I didn't want to eat, I slept all the time, didn't talk as much.
We moved in together and soon he started getting angry a lot and shouting. The more it went on, again the worst it got. It got to the point where he was throwing things,
The best thing I did was speak out about this, people will help and understand even if you feel like they aren’t there, they are sometimes people struggle but they care.
I stayed at his house and after that I was there at least 5 days a week, he would make me ring my work and get people to cover for me, GREAT, he wants to spend more time with me! Then we would play fight,
But he’s my boyfriend, he loves me! “This is what girlfriends do! What kind of girlfriend are you?! Do you even love me?? Am I not good enough for you? You know I’m the best you’ll ever get right? Nobody would even love you like I have.”
So I just flat out told him this isn’t working out and we should just remain good friends. Well he went all bat shit crazy saying he was going to kill himself
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.
That night, a fake Facebook profile of me was created and they added everyone in my town. They posted the photo and it automatically grew shares
He always told me I was too fat and I became very anorexic for 2 years try to please him and live up to his standards. He would constantly cheat on me and then buy me expensive things
Every day is a battle to improve myself. A battle to live & breathe. One day I will achieve it.
He stole my innocence and it makes me sick that he manipulated me and ruined my life I was trying to make down there, he ruined my confidence my innocence my relationship with my family
We grew up doing drugs, drinking alcohol, self-harming and putting ourselves through hell because we couldn't face what HE did to us. To this day a man cannot touch me without causing me to go into a panic attack.
The first year was bliss of course but by the time I was 15 he had isolated me from all my friends (spitting in my best friend's face one day) I was being grabbed/pushed/slapped daily along with verbal abuse as well.
He began stalking me! Sitting outside my hostel for 6-7 hours at a time, 100 phone calls a day, turning up at friends’ houses looking for me!