Dating abuse posters
I grew up in a household where violence was never an issue.
We never discussed it beyond the general basics most children learn, no one is allowed to physically harm you, make sure you tell us if you are being bullied, and never bully or physically hurt anyone else.
Around the age of 19 the violence got so bad I feared for my safety like I never had before.
The physical violence and his paranoia were escalating.
Abuse in relationships was not a topic of conversation because it did not need to be.
I had a large close-knit group of girlfriends, I am close to my parents, brother, sister, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
I would drive to the cliff and beg him to get away from the edge.
His friends were over which was even more disrespectful and insulting to him so he locked me in his room for 4 hours to teach me a lesson. One day at high school we received individual research projects for my Community and Family Studies class. As I was reading through all of the photocopied research I had collected, I started to cry uncontrollably.If I wore something or did anything he did not like I was verbally abused, screamed at, and then he began to hit, choke, slap me and he even spat in my face a few times.It got to the point that I felt I could no longer figure out what I did to set him off, I just knew that when he reached a certain point of anger there was nothing I could do to stop it.It was worth dealing with the pain alone to prevent Phil from killing himself and anyone from my family being hurt.Through all of this my home was my safe haven where I could take a breath and I always felt loved.
I wanted to support him and be there for him in any way he needed me.