My Story..

So, I have been on this website for a few days now just reading. Now I believe I am ready to tell my story. Please do not judge me for this, all negative comments are not welcomed here.

I met this guy about a year ago this time. We met through some friends, he seemed cool but I paid no attention to him because I had a wonderful boyfriend at the time. A few days after meeting this guy he messaged me on Facebook, he told me how he was not going to lie to me and that he had developed a crush on me. I did nothing about it. We became very close friends while my boyfriend and I started to drift apart. Rumors started to spread, and things were as bad as I thought they could get. At my best friends birthday party I got a call from my boyfriend. He told me he heard a rumor saying I had cheated on him and was sleeping with him. (I refuse to mention the guys name) I reassured him that it was a lie. I was pissed. I called up the guy and told him what I hard and that I didn’t want to lose my boyfriend so I had to break things off with him. That I never wanted to talk to him again. I turned off my phone and went on having fun. About an hour later I turned my phone on to take some pictures. I just so happened to check my text and saw that he had gone crazy. he made all kinds of suicide remarks to me. I went outside and called him. He didn’t sound like himself. He was laughing. Telling me he was going to shoot himself in the head. that since he couldn’t have me then he didn’t want anybody else. That’s when he put the phone on speaker and loaded the gun for me to hear..then he hung up. I was terrified. I got my dad and made him drive me to his house. When we got there this monster who I had no idea who he was anymore was holding the gun to his head. Laughing. The police were holding me back. I was screaming, crying, I didn’t know what he was going to do. Finally he was talked into putting down the gun. He was placed into a mental hospital after that and got help. Nobody understood me. I was angry. Lashing out at everyone, I was cutting and not eating. I broke things off with my boyfriend and was doing me. Then he got out of the hospital, after a few weeks we ended up getting together. He was happy and so was I at first. WE spent a lot of time together and nobody approved of him. I didn’t care, I thought I was in love. Boy was I wrong.

He began controlling me. He would take my hoodies home with him to sleep with and once they stopped smelling like me he would make me give him a new one. I was alone in this, I pretty much lost everyone by this point. The boy I loved had turned into my enemy. I was not able to talk to anyone. He began to monitor everything I did. I would go to school only to have to walk out the back door and report to him. Then it got worse, he would choose what I got to wear. I was to wear sweat pants so he could have easy access. He began to rape me. Everyday. I was so alone and every single time after I believed it was my fault. I had done something bad. I disobeyed him. It was my punishment. As time went on “I Love You” was the biggest lie I had ever heard. I was no longer my own person.

April 1st, 2013 I overdosed on anything and everything I could possibly find. I got saved from my hell. I was found in time that I wouldn’t die. I was placed in a hospital where I spilled my guts. I got the help I needed and now the monster is rotting behind bars. I got the help I needed but others are not as lucky.

if any of you need to talk I am always here.