By Survivor Nicole
**The following is written by a survivor of domestic violence and abuse. Names have been changed to protect all involved.**
It was early November.
I had met my boyfriend. Everything was going well it was the so-called “Perfect” love story.
During the middle of the month, I found out he was cheating and I confronted him about it. And he said he didn’t do anything. He was being emotionally abusive towards me calling me awful names.
Then December came and everything went back to normal, as if nothing had happened.
But then we argued again because an unknown number was calling me. He grabbed my phone and pushed me on the bed and he had so much rage he threw my phone at the wall.
Passage of Time and Great News
December ended everything was going well again we were headed into the new year I surprised him by telling him I was pregnant. We were both excited.
Then I went through his phone and found out he was cheating on me. I confronted him again and he got so mad he started saying “I hope the baby dies”. And “I wish I never got you pregnant”. And “Go get the abortion that baby means nothing to me”.
When he had said those things, my heart broke. Where was all the love and happiness that he had for our baby. I should’ve left when he had said that, but I didn’t.
“Instead, I gave him another chance.”
Because in my head, I was thinking he didn’t mean those things he would never actually mean it.
I messed up by not leaving there was much stress I had miscarried. He blamed me for it. I was so lost and hurt cause I had lost my baby.
A month I was still grieving he told me to get over it.
It was his sister’s gender reveal.
I was going through so many emotions. He was so mad for no reason. He came into the room and he told me to leave. I said no, why would I leave.
Then he grabbed my phone he was trying to look through it. I said no.
Then I tried grabbing my phone and he slapped me.
I Couldn’t Hide What He Did to Me
I had a black eye from how heavy his hand was. All in all, I was in disbelief. I moved into a corner I cried and cried and he looked at me he said he was sorry he didn’t mean to hit me. He was crying he didn’t mean to.
I couldn’t believe it I was shocked. And I was crying. All I wanted was to go home, but I had no way to get home.
I finally had enough. When I was at work, I went to the director of security. He was a cop before this, and I asked him for help and he helped me file a restraining order.
I left I really did it. I couldn’t believe it. And I did it for me!
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