Teen dating vilence
For all of those times he called me a tramp and a whore, I have made it my mission.
All of those times he felt strong because I looked weak, only made me stronger.
Physical abuse is dangerous but psychological abuse is deeply-rooted.
But I chose to keep my secret hidden, I chose to protect the people I loved, I chose to find my own way. I found my voice and rebuilt my foundation on self-acceptance and self-love.I tried to leave a few times, he would threaten to commit suicide, or worse. Nobody knew about the head butts each time he didn't agree with something I did or didn't do.The relationship took an emotional toll to the point where I was getting severe panic attacks. Nobody knew the reason my windshield had shattered was because he had punched it in a fit of rage over what I had worn to school that day. I knew if I stayed, all of those dreams I had when I was a little girl would never be realized. I broke up with him and moved out of the state a week later.The hell became so familiar that it was easier to stay rather than leave.It was easier to live with the shame and guilt in secrecy.