His name is Christopher. He was the first guy that ever told me that he'd never hurt me. He told me that he loved me. After a month of being with him, he changed. It's strange how one person can go from being great to being a monster. He stole something from me and I want it back. He forced himself onto me numerous times. I never wanted to. I hated him for what he did to me. Then he got me pregnant. Three months later I miscarried. He abused me mentally, emotionally, physically and verbally. I'm not the same any more. I trust no one. I don't like people. I try to stay away from them, especially large crowds of people. I find it overwhelming at times. People overwhelm me. I don't feel comfortable around people. I don't even think I like people all that much. I know that there are some that are nice. I have yet to meet those people. Perhaps one day, if I ever do decide to let my guard down.