Mine is a few years ago now.
I was with my ex and he battered me senseless, for no reason. Repeatedly hitting my head off stone walls. He once kicked my shin with his steel toe capped boots so hard that I couldn't walk properly for a while and it was bruised for months.
It was so bad that I couldn't go to my cousin's wedding in summer because I had hand prints around my neck. He totally berated me and mentally and physically abused me and I didn't want to be with him at the end. But he made sure that I was too scared to leave.
Then he started cheating on me which was the best thing he could ever have done to me. He told her he was sorry but he had a kid and was that ok. I don't care how much of a dick you are, you never, ever apologise for your daughter.
The day I kicked him out was the most liberating day of my life.
Course he wasn't done and he kept turning up at my flat, battering at the door, and screaming in the street. It got to the stage where I was sat in the flat with ni lights or telly so he wouldn't know that I was in.
He told me so many times how utterly useless and hideously ugly, etc I was. Those mental scars are worse than the physical ones.
I'm still working on getting my confidence back and I'm getting there, thanks to my wonderful family and friends
I was with my ex and he battered me senseless, for no reason. Repeatedly hitting my head off stone walls. He once kicked my shin with his steel toe capped boots so hard that I couldn't walk properly for a while and it was bruised for months.
It was so bad that I couldn't go to my cousin's wedding in summer because I had hand prints around my neck. He totally berated me and mentally and physically abused me and I didn't want to be with him at the end. But he made sure that I was too scared to leave.
Then he started cheating on me which was the best thing he could ever have done to me. He told her he was sorry but he had a kid and was that ok. I don't care how much of a dick you are, you never, ever apologise for your daughter.
The day I kicked him out was the most liberating day of my life.
Course he wasn't done and he kept turning up at my flat, battering at the door, and screaming in the street. It got to the stage where I was sat in the flat with ni lights or telly so he wouldn't know that I was in.
He told me so many times how utterly useless and hideously ugly, etc I was. Those mental scars are worse than the physical ones.
I'm still working on getting my confidence back and I'm getting there, thanks to my wonderful family and friends