Personal story dating violence
Although I had been stripped of all remnants of self-worth, I found an ounce of esteem that told me I deserved better.
It took many years to repair the mental and emotional damage, but I'm here to say that it is possible.
I am not bitter or resentful, I forgave him the day I left, but I knew I wanted more out of life.
It was easier to stay and suffer in private than to try to leave and be humiliated in public.
Everybody turned and looked at me in shock but nobody said a word. As we walked down the hall, he spit in my face, pulled my necklace off my neck, threw it in the trashcan and he threw me up against the lockers. It didn't begin immediately, in fact, there weren't any signs until we had been dating for almost a year.
The signs weren't obvious, especially to a 14 year-old, but it began with him telling me he didn't like the shirts I wore, or that my skirt was too short; at the time, it was easy to mistake jealousy and control for adoration.