He Used Me

I met David when I was a freshman. I''ve been in a VERY abusive household since I was four. I met David and love hit me hard. I don't know why but there was something in him. that I loved. On our third date I was head over heels x2 and I went all the way with him. After that he got really jealous of everyone. I couldn't talk to a guy with out him calling me a ****. He even accused me of being on the other team when he saw a friend of mine zipping up my top because I couldn't get it. He didn't hit me yet so I thought I should just suck it up because it was much better then my home so when I turned 15, I moved in with him. He just got nastier. He would call me a Bipolar Freak and **** and even worse names that I don't want to say. When I had been living with him for four months was the first time he hit me. I wasn't a loud to talk to any one and I wasn't a loud to do anything with out David' s permission. Well, one day I got really sick of it and I went to a slumber birthday party for my friends golden birthday. He was calling me all night and texting me. I told him I was at my friends after about an hour. By now my phone was almost dead and he was really pissed. I decided to stay the night anyway and the next morning when I went over to his house, his mom was gone (his dad left when he was a kid) and he was really, really posses. I broke like forty rules in one night. I got there and I pretended to act like nothing happened, it just pissed him off even more. I walked into the room we shared.
"Hey, baby," He came over to and grabbed my wrist, squeezing it really hard.
"I was at Anne' s birthday party," He tightened his grip, annoyed that it didn't really hurt. I bit my lip hard because it did hurt. "Please, David. It was her Golden. I didn't think it would be far to her, please. I'm really sorry," He let go but barely for a moment. He slapped me hard across my face. "Oh my God," I whispered.
"Oh my God!" He slapped me again.
"SHUT UP!" I do.
He started hitting me almost every other the day. But it was still better then living at my house. He was just slapping, punching and pinching me, MUCH better then my home. I didn't leave him until he held a knife to my face when I said I didn't want to have sex.
Flags67 Flags67
22-25, F
3 Responses Jan 15, 2013

YOU ARE NOT PEOPLES PUNCHING BAG. Please go stand in the mirror and repeat that again and again. You need to get it into you head that you are good looking girl and deserve better. They way you feeling about yourself is the way people will treat you if you will not stand up for yourself who will. NO one that's who. There is no hitting in a loving relationship at all because if you true love each other you do not want to hurt the other person and you do not want to see them cry because that other person is a part of you know your better half well if that was true you would do anything within your power to make sure that person is save.

holy crap thats messed up.

Right! I couldn't get away from abuse until college. It like followed me. Still does

Its great that you had the courage to leave him.

Thank you! Took long enough though.