Not many people know this, but my boyfriend of 3 years, now ex boyfriend, has hit me before. A few slaps in the face, and one time we got into a really bad fight where i fought back, finally the day i decided to leave him he punched me in the mouth to where i was bleeding, he busted my lip. it has been 1 year and 2 months since we broke up, i have yet to become anyones girlfriend since then. i dont think i will ever get over it enough to become someones girlfriend again.
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I met my boyfriend on Plenty of Fish couple of years ago in Kamloops. He got had me addicted to gambling and drugs. He mentally and physically abuses me. He treats me like garbage. He makes me feel hurt, helpless and very small. He always puts me down. I would give anything to be happy the way it was for first few weeks when we met. I would give anything to get the courage to leave him. Despite all these I still love him.
There is a church in Quesnel where I used to go for my Sunday prayers. My mom also signed me up to the church for chores. The minister made me do chores around the church yard when needed. I was a lonely little girl and liked the attention. I never questioned him. After all I was getting the attention I needed and he was a man sent from “heaven.” Then one day he swatted my pants because yard was not looking clean enough. I told mom and she told me I had better behave then and do a better job next time.
Another time I knocked a vase off of a shelf at the church library. He put me across his lap and spanked me pants down. That got my attention. It was real warm to sit and he sat me facing the corner. He was stern. I got home and told mom. She called him and nothing came of it! He is dead now and I hope he goes to hell.
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When I was younger, I wanted to know what sex was, so I asked my older brother. He told me that he would tell me if I let him try something. At the time I had no idea what he wanted to try, but I agreed.
He told me what sex was and then told me to lie on the floor. Part of me knew what was about to happen (I had it happen before with my oldest brother.) but didn’t stop it, after all, I had agreed. It was only fair.
He put his hand down my pants and began to rub. I’m ashamed to admit it but I liked it and I wanted more. “Harder.” I told him, just as we heard my mom walk in the door and he left my bed.
He never touched me again.
Growing up, I was emotionally, physically and sexually abused by my family.
My brother would come home and fucked out of his mind from drinking and doing drugs; he would come into my room and touch me while I slept. I would awake from this, in complete darkness he would hide so I couldn’t see him. Knowing he was there, I would go to the bathroom and come back and he would be gone. Sometimes he tried to come back. I tried to avoid it by turning on the light, reading, playing games, etc.
I remember one time I had turned on the light and started to read. I had closed my door as well. We had an adjacent bathroom connecting our rooms. He came in, declaring that the light from my room was bothering him. So, I used a flashlight under the covers instead, my door now being opened, he complained that THAT light was now bothering him.
The only time I ever thought to say something while it was happening was when I had a friend over for the night. I got up and turned on the light, asking what he was doing. While bent over by the bedside, he claimed to be looking for our cat under my bed. I told him to get out.
This started about the time I was 6 and ended when I was about 12.