When someone is abused by their significant other they tend to blame themselves for the abuse. For example, my freshman year of highschool I had my first relationship and I thought things were perfect until everything went south. He started out as being verbally abusive always yelling about pointless things that no one else would even point out. That was my first warning sign and I unfortunately ignored it. Things started getting better; we went to dinner, hockey games, and went to family events together. I thought things were fine and he was getting better. However, I was very wrong. The last day before spring break I decided to give him a chocolate bunny for easter. He took the bunny, yelled at me for spending money, then proceeded to throw it on the ground. I did not really react until he then shoved me into a locker and walked away from me. We did not speak over the break, I needed space. When I came back to school he only got worse. He wanted a more carnal relationship but I was not comfortable. This was strike three and when I officially realized I was in an abusive relationship. At this point you would think I just left him but truthfully I was terrified to leave. I did not leave until about six months of being
When someone is abused by their significant other they tend to blame themselves for the abuse. For example, my freshman year of highschool I had my first relationship and I thought things were perfect until everything went south. He started out as being verbally abusive always yelling about pointless things that no one else would even point out. That was my first warning sign and I unfortunately ignored it. Things started getting better; we went to dinner, hockey games, and went to family events together. I thought things were fine and he was getting better. However, I was very wrong. The last day before spring break I decided to give him a chocolate bunny for easter. He took the bunny, yelled at me for spending money, then proceeded to throw it on the ground. I did not really react until he then shoved me into a locker and walked away from me. We did not speak over the break, I needed space. When I came back to school he only got worse. He wanted a more carnal relationship but I was not comfortable. This was strike three and when I officially realized I was in an abusive relationship. At this point you would think I just left him but truthfully I was terrified to leave. I did not leave until about six months of being