Love Hurts
Sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will break you. My story of verbal abuse, and how it changed me for the better.
2. The Stolen Year
My first love changed my life forever. How the year where I first felt love seems like it never belonged to me. 3. Silent Heartbreak
An inside look at verbal abuse and it’s effects on a girl not too different than you.
I am a student. I am a daughter. I am a music lover. I am a niece. I am a world traveller. I am a babysitter. I am a big sister. I am a best friend. I am a reader. I am a runner. I am a coffee drinker. I am a photographer.
I am a survivor of verbal abuse. This is my story.
It all started the summer before my 8th grade year while on a mission …show more content…
My parents met him for the first time the day after we got home. They didn’t seem like they liked him. I wasn’t sure why! Was it because Zack was my first real boyfriend? He seemed just perfect to me. On July 4th, 3 weeks after we started dating, Zack kissed me. He told me he was in love- with me! I was shocked but exuberant. We began to talk as much as possible in the following weeks. I would disobey my parents by staying up all night to secretly talk to him. I began to break the trust of my family and friends in so many ways. When school started, we stayed as serious as ever. He was at the big, public high school, and I went to a small charter middle school. People were awed by us. Zack had already become such a big part of my life. We had survived many fights, even serious ones already. Zack was the first one I called when something good or bad happened, and his reaction shaped how I felt about the situation. Sometimes his reactions surprised me. I could be so happy about something, but if Zack wasn’t for it, I would let it go. I allowed him to take up nearly all of my time with phone calls that lasted hours on end, and text messages every second possible.. My friends and family still disapproved and made sure I knew it. That crushed me. I had an amazing boyfriend, and they were bringing me down. They were all just jealous, I knew …show more content…
Goodbye forever, Zack. It didn’t take long. We both cried. I still loved him, and a small part of me always will. That toxic relationship broke me, but because of it I am stronger. I am a survivor of abuse. He never hit me, but I still have emotional scars. When my friends and family bring him up, it resurfaces mixed feelings. Many of them will never know the whole story. Coming clean here and now is liberating and terrifying. I feel the need to tell my story to help other girls who are in my situation. You are not alone. This is not your fault. It has been said that a tongue has no bones, but can break the heart, and I can vouch for that. To any girl or boy who has been where I was, this is not the end. You can get out. Many people don't know about emotional/verbal abuse. If verbal abuse left scars like physical abuse, would it be taken as seriously? Because of my past, I am more confident. My life story is rich. I am more empathetic. I have been broken but have grown back
Sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will break you. My story of verbal abuse, and how it changed me for the better.
2. The Stolen Year
My first love changed my life forever. How the year where I first felt love seems like it never belonged to me. 3. Silent Heartbreak
An inside look at verbal abuse and it’s effects on a girl not too different than you.
I am a student. I am a daughter. I am a music lover. I am a niece. I am a world traveller. I am a babysitter. I am a big sister. I am a best friend. I am a reader. I am a runner. I am a coffee drinker. I am a photographer.
I am a survivor of verbal abuse. This is my story.
It all started the summer before my 8th grade year while on a mission …show more content…
My parents met him for the first time the day after we got home. They didn’t seem like they liked him. I wasn’t sure why! Was it because Zack was my first real boyfriend? He seemed just perfect to me. On July 4th, 3 weeks after we started dating, Zack kissed me. He told me he was in love- with me! I was shocked but exuberant. We began to talk as much as possible in the following weeks. I would disobey my parents by staying up all night to secretly talk to him. I began to break the trust of my family and friends in so many ways. When school started, we stayed as serious as ever. He was at the big, public high school, and I went to a small charter middle school. People were awed by us. Zack had already become such a big part of my life. We had survived many fights, even serious ones already. Zack was the first one I called when something good or bad happened, and his reaction shaped how I felt about the situation. Sometimes his reactions surprised me. I could be so happy about something, but if Zack wasn’t for it, I would let it go. I allowed him to take up nearly all of my time with phone calls that lasted hours on end, and text messages every second possible.. My friends and family still disapproved and made sure I knew it. That crushed me. I had an amazing boyfriend, and they were bringing me down. They were all just jealous, I knew …show more content…
Goodbye forever, Zack. It didn’t take long. We both cried. I still loved him, and a small part of me always will. That toxic relationship broke me, but because of it I am stronger. I am a survivor of abuse. He never hit me, but I still have emotional scars. When my friends and family bring him up, it resurfaces mixed feelings. Many of them will never know the whole story. Coming clean here and now is liberating and terrifying. I feel the need to tell my story to help other girls who are in my situation. You are not alone. This is not your fault. It has been said that a tongue has no bones, but can break the heart, and I can vouch for that. To any girl or boy who has been where I was, this is not the end. You can get out. Many people don't know about emotional/verbal abuse. If verbal abuse left scars like physical abuse, would it be taken as seriously? Because of my past, I am more confident. My life story is rich. I am more empathetic. I have been broken but have grown back