Narrative Essay On Child Abuse

Abuse is not black and white; it is not always seen by the naked eye. The wounds it leaves do not present themselves and heal the way a physical one would. It does not start as outright, degrading comments or malicious insults. It starts with backhanded compliments, or poking fun at insecurities, in an almost playful way. You are never immediately hit or physically assaulted, you are grabbed a few times, “harder than he meant to”, or elbowed because of reflexes. Spring of my senior year, I was finally in the home stretch of high school. I had a few more weeks and the teachers took pity on the seniors and lightened the load. Everything in my life was supposed to be easy. However, I was not so lucky. I spent my late spring and early summer …show more content…
I had taken my boyfriend home after he had kindly come over and taken care of me while I was sick. I was feeling better but not quite fully recovered. I had been trying to cut our goodbye short so that I could get home and go to bed. However, somehow he had convinced me to come inside, and I did. And of course, as soon as I would try to leave again, he would manipulate me. He would play on my need to care for other people. I was finally fed up and told him that I needed to go home, it was getting late, I needed sleep and I was going to school tomorrow. He got desperate and pulled out the last dramatic stop, threatening suicide, unfortunately, this was not the first time he had tried to guilt me to do something by threatening it, however, I always knew to treat it as seriously as I would a first time. Calmly talking to him, trying to keep my distance but also make him aware that I was still there for …show more content…
However, as soon as he had spoken, he pushed me aside and returned to his search. I didn’t even get time to really process what had just happened before he found what he was looking for. His pocketknife. He tried to lock himself in the bathroom, so I did what I thought was best I called my mom and sat with him in the bathroom. He suddenly calmed down and asked to talk to my mom, trying to convince her not to come. She was already on her way, and I suggested we go outside and wait. He pocketed my phone and gave me the knife and promised he would never kill himself. I thought the night was almost over, and then once mom got there he and I started arguing over something and I realized he still had my phone and I asked for it back. He got angry and ran off to a nearby park with my phone, so I returned to my mom’s car and she called him and told him to bring me my phone back. He refused, “Only if she comes over here