I want to start off by saying, that I am a gay woman out of an abusive relationship for 3 years. She/they met me on a Facebook group site. Small conversations leading to them saying that I was “cute”. They began to love bomb me over the course of three months. Saying that they were “in love with me”, it wasn’t true. Convinced me to move to their state by saying how “bad” my family is. It was them trying to cut me off of my support system. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere alone, without their supervision. If I tried to talk to anyone else, they would accuse me of cheating or being a “whore”. They began hitting me within a year of living with them. Followed by screaming at me, not even three months in. They’d also try to scare me into submission, by running a knife on their arm. I lost my hobbies and couldn’t watch a hockey game, without being accused of “not loving them”. They financially abused me by making me spend my money on them and their grown son. If I have tried to leave, they’d threaten suicide. Last straw was on Halloween 2019. It started when they were angry over the weather ruining the cable. I attempted to help out to correct the problem. They’ve punched me in the face and strangled me. Destroyed my phone, mocked me. I saw the black eyes of an evil person. I ran to my neighbors and called the police. Ex lied to them, and I was afraid to confess what happened to me. Their son had the gall to scream about how his Halloween was “ruined”. Final attempt to keep me in line, by once more threatening suicide and I said, “No more”. I escaped the next day after spending the night at a hotel. They later tried to deny me a divorce, by saying “it’s not an option”. It is an option, no matter what the abuser tries to say. Today, I’m still in therapy and healing from it all. Not all lesbians are this way. I’m currently have a good friend from high school, who is my biggest support system. I’m helping her see that she’s also suffering from an abusive relationship and notice the signs. Together we are strong women Knights, that fight for each other’s honor.
My Story of Abuse
By Survivor Iris This story of abuse happened over the course of eleven years. I was a single young mother of one beautiful boy. Later, I found a man who seemed almost perfect. As time went by he began to show his true self. The Warning Signs By the time...
