Him.
I was about thirteen years old when i met this guy the moment i saw him i knew that he was ALL i wanted nothing more he used me from the day i met him. used to tell me it was his birthday when it really wasnt just so he would get things out of me. he raped me the second night i met him. when i was not capable of doing anything.let his friend join in as well...all the bullshit had passed and he had me wrapped around his finger like it was nothing. we started dating may 2 2006 and we dated for four years. i still remember the first day that he hit me and still remember the day it stopped...which was when we finnaly broke up for good. i was in and out of rehab since fourteen and im eighteen now he was behind me 110% until he got into drugs as well so add that onto our great relationship. i did everything for this kid for his family i payed his finds. bought him whatever he wanted helped him do things that people shouldnt do. i lost alot of people because he would make me pick him over them and i was to scared to do anything about it or just say no. i mean i still blame myself for not leaving soooner. considering how many different people told me once someone hits you it will not stop i did not belive them because he would try to prove them wrog by not hitting me for a couple weeks but then when he would start again oh my gosh were they bad. another visit to the hospital another broken rib busted lip or black eye again i had to explain to everyone around me. i was at the point where that was the only part that bothereed me was what excuse i was going to think of now. i "loved" him to much to care at this point. he told me i was fat so i became bulemic when i was already on drugs and i only weigh 90 pounds i was at a parrty one night just me with him and all his friends girls there but i didnt know them. i got raped again and he just sat there and watched drunk. not doing a thing not saying a word i felt as if i would have fought back he would have just hurt me. im finally oout of the relationship and we have pfa's against eachother for 3 years but the funny thing is he put one on me first. i still to this day can not explain why i probably wouldnt. when he tryed to kill me i never pressed charges. held a knife to my throat choked me beat me with things that you should not beat someonne with especailly someone u claim u love. he destroyed my car one night and beat me up in my sleep he told the cops that i did it to myself that i beat him up and did that to my car so i have to go to court now which makes no sense yeah there is shit in the system of what he has done but it has nothing to do with the incident of that night so they cant use it. story of my life. and i will sit here andd still say i love him. dont know why wish i didnt but shit happens life goes on i guess he is livin life to the fullest right now not worrying about how many bones he broke or how many times he stepped on my heart.
Story shared: 14/11/2009 22:09:00
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