I was dating a person, his name is Alex. We were dating for 2 years. First year was great he adored me and gave me wonderful things, but things were getting rough he started calling me fat and a whore. We fought for hours on end, I would try to make him stop but he would want to do for longer. I assumed he like fighting. The following year he started to hit me. He would punch me in the stomach and he gave me black eyes. I couldn’t meet my mother because she would only nag me. I stayed at home but Alex was there wanting to fight. I told him to get out but he refused, then we got into an argument which leaded him to hitting me again. He ended up breaking a few of my ribs and breaking my arm. When I went to the hospital he left my home and never came back. I was very happy.