when i was younger. i always heard stories of abusive relationships. i’ve even seen it within my own family. and it made me wonder. how did the abused one take all of it. why didn’t he/she just leave? why are they so stupid to let themselves get beat up the way there were…
and then i found myself in one. i was slapped. hit. punched. kicked. had my head banged on the wall. had a belt tied around my neck until i turned blue and couldn’t breath. strangled. pushed against walls and cupboards and even mirrors.
it lasted a few months. but i stuck through it thinking that maybe he would change. how long would that girl have a hold over him. yes. he abused me. over a girl. yes. that girl. the 1 he tried to kiss on aaron’s birthday in atmosphere. yeah. that 1.
i couldnt take it. so we broke up. and he admitted. he did those things to me. because he hated me because she layan him so much that he fell for her. but then later on. when i tried to move on i nearly succeeded too. but. he wouldn’t let me. he took the guy i liked away from me. he did things to try and mend it between us.
and he told me. he wanted me more than anything in this world and that THAT GIRL no longer meant a thing to him and he would do anything to get me back. he did things. he even told her during someone’s farewell that he wasnt suppose to talk to her. and she threw a bitch fit.
or so says he and his good pal. how far this thing is true. i really don’t know. but i believed and i fell. i fell again. i couldn’t get out of it. i was so addicted to him. we were suppose to get back together. but something happened. and we changed out minds. but yet. we acted like we were together. every single day.
yesterday we had a talk.i asked him if he loved me. and if he really wanted me to stay with him. he said yes. den i said. are you willing to sacrifice things for me. or are u more willing to sacrifice me for the things you are doing now. he didn’t know. so we decided. that we would give him a week to think. and on the 1st of October. he would tell me his decision.
we weren’t suppose to speak or see each other during this period. but we couldn’t resist. and we ended up going to dinner today. he lied to me. we fought. things happened. and for the first time in over 6 months. he hit me. again.
possibly 1 of the worst times he has ever abused me. because this time. he tried to push me out of the car. head 1st. and i would have fallen. if i hadn’t been holding onto the car door. and now. i wished i hadn’t held on.
this wasn’t enough for him. it continued with more slapping and hitting. and the last 1 being him trying to strangle me. why did he do this? what was the reason you wonder.
well. it was this.
money.
greed.
and his addiction to fusball dota and pool.
and why do i still love him? this question. it makes me wonder even more. i know he never loved me. i know he just loved the love i gave him. so why? why am i so stupid? to go through this for so long. for over 2 years i’ve been in this.
the funnier question still. i’m not even his gf. so how do u end up in an abusive relationship with an ex? hahahaha.. funny isnt it. i wonder if i had been his gf at that time. would i be dead now? that would have been a lot better wouldn’t it?
no. im not suicidal. but i really did wish i could die.
the ironies of life.