I was 17 when I met my abuser. He was charming and handsome . I had told him about my acholic family and he promised me he would treat me like a queen. I wasn't ready to have sex, but after seven months of telling me he loved me I finally gave in. He took to me to the park and forced me to have sex. It wasn't like anything I imagined. It was on dirt in the middle of the park. At one point he covered my mouth because I got scared and wanted to stop. Well that pretty much was our sex life, he took it when ever and where ever. What was worse I had gotten pregnant after the first time. He became even more Possessive, I couldn't talk to my friends. He said if I loved him - I didn't need any other friends. He became physical especially when he was drinking. He like to choke me until I passed out, and while I was on the floor he would punch my face and head. I would have actual finger marks on my throat and most times one or both eyes were blackened. He would say he was sorry and wouldn't do it again. I remember this like it was yesterday. Actually, it has been over twenty years ago that I was able to escape. I still suffer from post traumatic syndrome. Leaving was scary and he found where I was. So the torture continued, I believed in myself and had the willpower to not go back with him. I think about it often and I am most grateful I got out when I did. I only walked away with the clothes on my back and my daughter . We have a great life now .
Nov 02, 2014
Healing is hard by: Anonymous
You deserve happiness, no matter what you feel you deserve. I am not saying that simply as some re-assurance but I truly believe you need to know that you deserve the happiness that you dream of, and I hope you do find it someday
Jan 05, 2014
I can't deal by: Anonymous
I can't even begin to read these comments. I am so scared.
Jan 02, 2014
Sorry by: Anonymous
What you have been through has been horrible. I pray you are happy now.
Nov 10, 2013
I wish my abuser would commit suicide too by: Anonymous
We just got out of 17 years of an abuse situation about 1 1/2 months ago. What finally made me do it was that he went after our oldest daughter (we have 7 kids). Also he was going on a trip out of country so everything could be done in secret and we had plenty of time. The suicide thing made me think of the time a couple of years ago when he came in drunk and asking where the bullets were. He was yelling for them for almost a hour and we said nothing only we didn't know where they were, because we didn't. He ripped the front off the dresser and broke all the drawers trying to find those bullets. All we could think was that he's going to hurt us because he can't find them. Eventually he found them, got the gun loaded, went outside with drunk friend and proceeded to fire shots and yell that he was going to kill himself. He didn't that night and so we had to live several more years of suffering.