I happily took on the task of making him feel loved and supported no matter what, it was me who was going to show him unconditional love.Our relationship started as a dream, we were young and thought I was in love. Yes we were obsessed with each other, I knew that drove my parents crazy, I wanted to be with him 24/7, and he with me.The physical violence and his paranoia were escalating.Being choked became a regular occurrence, I knew in my gut I needed to end the relationship, I just had to figure out how to do that.His obsession with controlling me got so bad I would have panic attacks simply deciding what I would wear for the day.If I wore something or did anything he did not like I was verbally abused, screamed at, and then he began to hit, choke, slap me and he even spat in my face a few times.
I mean not many guys like a girl your size and a flat chest”; “I don’t like when you wear those shorts, they are way too short.
I knew that it existed in the world and I knew it was bad if it happened, but I had no idea it was called Domestic Violence, and I definitely had no idea how deeply dangerous, manipulative, gradual and lonely being abused was, until I met Phil. With the amazing upbringing I had experienced it was difficult for me to imagine living in a violent environment.
I wanted to support him and be there for him in any way he needed me.
Over the last year of our 4 year relationship, I cannot begin to count the number of times I attempted to break up with him.
When I would try he would threaten the safety of me and my family, or threaten to commit suicide.