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speakingout
In college I worked for a group that raised awareness for domestic violence. In college I also fell in love with someone, after years of thinking love was just a lie. For the first time in years I felt like romantic love could actually exist for me again. I had a lot of trust issues before all of this, but I felt like I could really trust this person. After almost a year of dating, we moved into his moms house to afford rent. We both just graduated and got some decent jobs. However, shortly into our time living together he started blaming me for little things and taking his anger out on me. When he was mad he punched a hole in the wall, threatened to never speak to his family again, rushed towards me, pushed me back towards the bed, broke things. Regardless of knowing ample statistics on the matter, I told myself it was a one time thing. I told myself it wouldn’t be like the statistics, that it wouldn't happen to me. However, a few weeks or months later, we argued in the car and he hit me. It bruised immediately. I told myself it wasn’t as big of a deal because it wasn’t on my face. I didn’t have to use makeup to cover it up, I could just wear pants. All the other people had it way worse so I can’t complain. Leaving would make it real. After several more months, he hasn’t “hit me” per se, it’s been small instances that he has frequently described as “accidents”. When he calls me or his mom a dumb f*cking c*nt, idiot, or the like, I have chalked it up to him being angry and unable to control his emotions. When he either real or pretend chokes me when he is mad or rushes towards me with that very specific face, I am fearful but I also know it isn’t my fault, as much as he would like me to believe. We both know the statistics, yet nothing has changed. We both have bright futures, but that doesn’t make it any easier to encourage him to get help or for me to leave. When I look at him I usually see my best friend, someone who has encoraged and supporte me through so much already, someone who sometimes can’t control his anger. I am scared because I’m increasingly beginning to see him as my abuser even though the memories of specific abuse instances fade.
Thoughts?
Thoughts?