Around the age of 19 the violence got so bad I feared for my safety like I never had before.
Slowly little things were said that I initially thought came from a caring place, “wow you look like you have gained weight”, “you really think that guy was hitting on you?
I cried as each line perfectly described me, but I also cried with relief, relief that I now had a name for what I was going through, it was Domestic Violence, I was being abused.
Part of me felt empowered that I could now verbalize what was happening to me.
Being choked became a regular occurrence, I knew in my gut I needed to end the relationship, I just had to figure out how to do that.
Over the last year of our 4 year relationship, I cannot begin to count the number of times I attempted to break up with him.