Abusive dating story
Around the age of 19 the violence got so bad I feared for my safety like I never had before.
The physical violence and his paranoia were escalating.
It no longer felt like he was concerned for me but that he hated me.
To him I was fat, ugly, I dressed like a whore, I was dumb, selfish and a bitch.
I happily took on the task of making him feel loved and supported no matter what, it was me who was going to show him unconditional love.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.Jane: My journey to hell and back began twelve years ago.Katherine: When his violence became much worse and was being directed at the children, I changed.