They were transferring me to another hospital, when asked if he was coming with me he said there was no point I'd just be asleep. Sneaked out the back door in work, but he would eventually find me and not leave my side. He kept his word for a while, and started treating me like his little princess again. The day his father died, he was up on charges for possessing an illegal weapon. The court was adjourned and to avoid prison, he said we'd have to leave the country. I thought this was great, I always wanted to get away. Domestic Violence Stories Abigail's Story Allison's Story Amelia's Story Anna's Story Ava's Story Becky's Story Belinda's Story Bonnie's Story Carla's Story Charlotte's Story Christine's Story Claire's Story Daisy's Story Danna's Story Donald's Story Emma's Story Evie's Story Faith's Story Family of Victim Story Fran's Story Freya's Story Gemma's Story Giulia's Story Harriet's Story Hannah's Story Hidden Talents Ingrid's Story Isabelle's Story Jay's Story Jeanne's Story Joanne's Story Julie's Story Kiara's Story Kirsty's Story Lacy's Story Lash's Story Lisa's Story Lorna's Story Louise's Story Mandy's Story Margaret's Story Mark's Story May's Story MP's Story Nadya's Story Nola's Story Orla's Story Portia's Story Rachel's Story Renee's Story Rhia's Story Sadie's Story Sarah's Story Selena's Story Shelley's Story Tanya's Story Tiffany's Story Thomas' Story Valerie's Story Varda's Story Vella's Story Zena's Story is one of the only books available on dating violence and abusive relationships that addresses young adults directly.
My parents came the next day and picked me up and brought me back to their place. He promised he would look after me, and he had a friend we could stay with. For the next two years, I was punched, kicked, strangled, raped, tied up, starved, imprisoned, stabbed, publicly humiliated, drugged. He used to drag me out by the hair kicking and screaming until I was in a ball of fear. I tried to leave but I was frog-marched back to the old flat with him. Includes facts about dating violence, tips for how to tell if your relationship is abusive, information on why dating abuse happens, and what you can do if you are being abused by (or are abusing) someone you love.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be the girl to end up in an abusive relationship, especially because I did not grow up in an abusive home.
[…] I had no reason to believe he would ever intentionally hurt me because he loved me, right? The shape of his eyes changed and he stared through me like a beast marking his territory. “I hope you understand you just slapped me,” were the only words I could murmur. I’m sure the whole incident was less than a minute long, but I felt like I’d been standing there for hours when my mouth finally moved. I washed my face with cold water trying to rid the imprint of his huge, calloused hand off my face. I closed the door to my bedroom and slept for as long as I could. I didn’t wake up the next day and resign myself to a life of abuse.
If I wasn't acting like I enjoyed it he would pull my hair, hit me and lecture me. He knew he had me then, because I had nowhere else to go, and nobody wanted me, he used this against me all the time. At 7 months pregnant he found me and was waiting for me when I got home. His father lives up the road from me now, I pass him in the street every week. My son is dead 8 years, I got free of his dad 15 years ago.
It sometimes went on for days, especially if he was high on something. One time he beat me but I fought back, it was the worst hiding I ever got, but I would just keep screaming and scratching him. While he was out, our downstairs neighbour broke in through the fire escape and brought me down to his place, He and his wife had just moved in with their baby and couldn't believe the screams. He kept me prisoner for two days beating me and verbally abusing me, and telling me to clean up the mess he'd made, by smashing all the baby things up. My neighbours called in and ordered him to leave or they'd call the police. I left the country when I was nine months pregnant.
Well, not until the first time I saw and experienced the other side of him. I didn’t say to myself, “I love him and if I have to live with a slap here and there, so be it.” I woke up feeling sorry for him, telling myself he didn’t mean to do it.
To this day I can’t even tell you what we were arguing about. The slap hit me with enough force to send saliva flying out of my mouth like a boxer who was about to get knocked out. If his mother hadn’t been so terrible then he would never disrespect any woman especially me.
I used to tell my mom I was staying in a friend's house but I was with him. She told me to pack my things into a black sack and be gone by the morning. It wasn't long before he moved in and the name calling started. I stepped inside the door, and told him, I wanted to break it off.