I didn't ask to be abused.
I didn't even realize it as abuse at first.
It started with him being slightly too possessive.
I thought it was hot, I never had a guy who wanted me by him at all times. But then he wouldn't let me go anywhere without him.
Then month after month he got more controlling.
I brushed aside my friends concerned by saying it's just his personality, but secretly I was getting concerned.
It started with me telling him where I was at all times.
It ended with me not being able to leave his side.
I never thought I would be abused.
I was too strong, too independent. But it happened.
Soon I was being hit at least once a day.
People didn't understand how I kept making excuses for his behavior. Hell, I didn't understand why I was making excuses for him.
He broke me, then molded me into what he wanted.
I wasn't someone to love in his mind, I was something to control.
It took him kicking my dog to leave him.
I realized that even though I stopped protecting myself, I should never have stopped protecting those who relied on me.
I ran to my best friends house.
I was terrified that she would turn me away because I wasn't allowed to talk to her for so long. She took one look at me and pulled me inside.
I still don't understand how I ended up in that relationship
But writing his has helped me understand more.