Teen dating violence stoires
I knew that it existed in the world and I knew it was bad if it happened, but I had no idea it was called Domestic Violence, and I definitely had no idea how deeply dangerous, manipulative, gradual and lonely being abused was, until I met Phil. With the amazing upbringing I had experienced it was difficult for me to imagine living in a violent environment.
I wanted to support him and be there for him in any way he needed me.
Gradually his behavior changed, he no longer spoke to me about his issues but instead became angry when I did things he did not approve of.
It no longer felt like he was concerned for me but that he hated me.
Part of me felt empowered that I could now verbalize what was happening to me.
I was 17 and had already endured his constant abuse for almost 2 years.
It got to the point that I felt I could no longer figure out what I did to set him off, I just knew that when he reached a certain point of anger there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I just had to keep my head down and wait for it to be over.
When I would try he would threaten the safety of me and my family, or threaten to commit suicide.
The physical violence and his paranoia were escalating.
Being choked became a regular occurrence, I knew in my gut I needed to end the relationship, I just had to figure out how to do that.
I could not talk to any males without his permission, and if I was not with him I had to wait for his call.
I remember on one occasion I wore something to his house he did not approve of.