Personal Narrative: My Experience With Domestic Violence

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Domestic Violence is something that I never thought I would experience in my lifetime. I surround myself with people that I care about and to see something so painfully tragic affect one of them, let alone myself was inconceivable. But even the inconceivable can happen, and for that reason and so many more, I welcome awareness on this topic and do not mind sharing my experience. My friend had never been in a serious relationship before. When she found him I could tell he was all she was thinking about. We would all hang out together every other weekend or so to get to know him better. It started with just words. He wouldn’t let her feel as though she could accomplish things on her own. She would try to do something as simple as fill the dishwasher …show more content…
I was furious, but she kept telling me not to tell anyone and just drive. I consider myself a very calm and level headed person. This is the one time in my life that I really considered doing something physically violent to another person. I drove, she talked. I let her tell me how she felt about everything that had happened, how, this wasn’t the first time but he didn’t mean it, he just needed some time to calm down. As she was explaining the previous incidents she would say things like, “but I really shouldn’t have talked back.” or “he just really cares about me.” To me I couldn’t comprehend these excuses. I couldn’t understand how she could still have any feelings besides hate for someone who had treated her so badly. That’s when my phone started blowing up. Constant text after text and call after call asking where we were and what we were doing. I specifically remember checking my phone and seeing 83 phone missed calls that night. I took her to a hotel. Made her take a shower and cleaned her up as best I could with the first aid kit from my car. After she was asleep, I knew I couldn’t let this slide. I called the cops and reported what had

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