I know these are supposed to be short and simple but this story is anything but.
I met, lets call him Orville just to be funny, in 8th grade. We were in the same friend group and hit it off. Well, as much as 7th graders can I guess. Anyways, we spent everyday, every break between classes together and were on the phone from the time we got home from school until the time we went to sleep. We dated for nine months our 7th grade year.
We broke up and stayed actually quite close. He got a new girl friend and I got a new boyfriend. He had a rough next year his girlfriend was murdered and he lost his grandma and uncle. (Now I’m not telling this because I want him to get sympathy, because what he did to me is seriously messed up.)
I was there for him through all of his hardships, whenever he needed a friend. We ended up getting back together our Freshman year in high school. And for awhile things were really good. But then I started to notice his behavior changing. We had a couple classes together and always complained that I was “up his ass” too much. In high school. You don’t choose when you have classes. He also started to talk down to me in front of his friends like I was his little puppy or something. He started to tell me what I could and could not wear, but lets be serious I never worn anything other then sweatpants in high school. He always had to know where I was, who I was talking to and why I was talking to them. Even though I wasn’t allowed to ask the same questions. and he got ANGRY. I mean one minute he would be calling me baby and telling me how much he loved me then I joke with him and he’d go off calling em every name in the book, he told me he wanted to hear me beg for him to stop yelling. We ended up breaking up because I couldn’t handle it anymore.
Fast forward, end of sophomore year. We start talking again. Things were awesome we hung out all in the same friend group things were great we spent the entire summer just hanging out. But we never actually got back together he always had some random girl he was talking to. He always told me how much he loved me how much he needed me blah blah blah. Looking back on it I was so stupid. Anyway, we talked more and more. Then he started to get rough. Up until this point he had been very very emotionally abusive. Completely tore down my self esteem. Called me fat, ugly, worthless, told me I would never amount to anything, that I would never find anyone like him. He started to hit me about 3 months into my junior year. I wasn’t allowed to be with anyone but he could do what ever he wanted. Whenever we would get into a fight he’d do something. He would hit me, slap me, he pushed me so hard I had clear hand print shaped bruises on my ribs, knocked me by pushing me into a wall, threw me across a room by just my ankles, broke my foot by stepping on it, told me if he provided the gun he’d watch me kill myself, brought a gun to my house threatening to kill me.
a real winner he is.
The worst part is that all of the people I called friends didn’t believe he didn’t any of this. Orville was perfect to all of them sweet little Orville. Even when one of them was in the room. we talked up until about 6 months into my freshman year of college. I was completely broken, to this day i dont have the self esteem I should, I dont think im good for anything, I went through a very rough time trying to find my self worth. And 4 years later I am now 21 and it took me a good 2 1/2 years to really be okay agian. My current boyfriend is amazing, and he is the first person i have told about all of the horrible thongs that went on because im finally okay to talk about it. No one should eve have to go through that, especially being so young.