So he came over and we talked and hung out and watch movies. I was feeling tired and weak from all the crying. He went to kiss me and I told him “No, I don’t want to. Stop” he proceeded to try to take off my pants as I kept telling him no and pulling my pants back. I told him to leave.
At the end of my rope April 1997 after 3 months of physical & mental abuse. I was ashamed, he would always say "If you wouldn't make me so mad, this wouldn't happen" & I believed that I brought it all on myself. I never told anyone what was happening but I knew I had to get my son & I out of this HELL.
It was unbearable ..telling me to do it like how I do to others...calling me names..if I stopped he would hold the knife tighter on my neck threatening to slice ... He pulled me out of the tub and told me to bend over but he made me and raped me from behind... I was so humiliated because I could hear my daughter in the livingroom
I exposed the abuse to a guidance counselor thus involving the justice system. The first was proven guilty and was set to serve a house arrest sentence to allow him to remain at work. He later appealed the case. The second uncle was proven innocent.
although it probably wasn’t my place or my right i grabbed his phone and quickly ran into the bathroom, he came flying into the room before i could even get it unlocked, he then took the phone out of my hand and threw it as hard as he could at my stomach, I remember falling to the ground because that pain was so unbearable until two seconds later he threw my phone at me too,
I remember that night that Joe was reckless. He was all over the place, flirting with other women in front of me, talking down to me in front of my friends. A couple who I knew were there and they were concerned about me. They noticed how he had treated me and they didn't like it.
I’ve been a victim of sexual assault numerous times. The assualt that stands out most to me was my first assault, maybe if it was handled differently I would have been able to prevent the many more attacks.
He isolated me from all of my family for weeks, beat me, brused me, took advantage of me sexually i was throwing up black tar and he stood over me yelling at me for not wanting to be in the mood,he made me lose my job took my money
I used to believe that the worst part of abuse, whether it’s physical, mental or sexual, is when it’s happening. But for me, it became a living nightmare once it had happened. It changed my life, it ruled my life. I’d have constant flashbacks, and hallucinations
But that’s when I passed out. And when I woke up my apparent family “friend” was on top of me, he was inside me. My first reaction was to panic, cry and say no, I don’t want this. He was clearly taken by surprise by my reaction as he jumped out the bed, pulled his jeans on all while swearing under his breath
He ran up behind me, started pulling down my pants as I was CLINGING onto the bathroom door & trying to spin the lock to unlock the door. I’m not sure if I heard anyone on the other side, but as I was then hanging off this door
what are you talking about?" I felt like I was crazy. He would flirt with other girls in front of me. Cheat on me and lie about it when presented with proof. My self esteem was in the toilet. I felt like even if he cheated on me, at least I was the one he really loved. I was a smart girl and acted so beneath myself. I still feel shame about that.
Over the course of our relationship he became very possessive. He became a bully. He made me think that I didn't have anyone but him so in turn I kept staying at his house away from my amazing parents. There were multiple incidents of him throwing me out in the rain with no jacket or shoe
Over the next year, he stalked me. I was constantly afraid. We lived in the same town. And the landlord of the apt he had destroyed honestly felt terrible for me, so he fixed up the apartment and let me stay there because I had gotten a job close by. It was nice of him, however now John knew where I lived AND how he break in.
I came to the conclusion it was because i was speaking to his friend and i was right, when his friend left to go elsewhere my boyfriend pulled me to the side to tell me i was acting like a slut and embarrassing him....
Wondering how it ever ended up like this, why it’s happening too you and how you can get out of it.. if there’s even a way out? You sit and think to yourself how can somebody who claims they love you hurt you so bad, you want to tell someone desperately about what’s going on and what you’re going through but you don’t ever seem too have the right words.
he would take my keys or my debit card, he would often take the phone so I couldn't call for help. His neighbours on several occasions heard my cries and witnessed him drag me in the house by my hair and yet not one of them called for help
when i eventually found out what he was like i was too scared to leave the relationship, i was inlove with him i didnt want anything to jepordise that..he started off by calling me horrible names and making me feel like i wasn’t worth anything that’s when the bad stuff started happening.
I try and set my mind back to the girl I was then, to attempt to understand why I was so desperate for this man to love me, why I allowed someone to treat me so badly. This man, his abuse, is what I called love, something I felt that I needed.
I tried to break it off right away but he always was there...showing up, apologizing. I kept taking him back as more of these incidents occurred. I was talking to my best friend on the phone one day while living at my moms house. By that time I knew better than to talk to guys or I’d “get it”.
