My Physical Abuse, Domestic Violence Stories - My Domestic Violence Story

Written by Laura

Cecilia Alegria -
Comments - It was love at first sight with him.I knew that he was a phycho jealous person from the very biginning, but stayed becuase I loved him. It started our with all of the classic symptoms of an unhealth relationship, and quickly got worse. Eventhough I was married to him, was with him all day and every day, and was pregnant with his child, I was still forced to walk with my head down in public so "no one would look at me" and so "I wouldn't look at anyone." Nothing I ever did was right. If it was just him and I alone, we never fought and we got along great as long as nothing from my past was never brought up. Then, when I got tired of keeping my mouth shut and would hit back, it got worse. He has punched me while I was pregnant, threatened my life, tried to suffocate me twice, slapped me, put a knife to my throat, and all of this in front of our 3 year old daughter. All these instances happened numerous times. I put up with it for 4 years trusting his every vow that he would change because he loved me so much. Then he tried to strangle me for trying to leave him. Throughout these 4 years I never kept my mouth shut. I always made as big of a deal about it as necessary. Both of out families knew about it. I would cry to my friends and family, and his family would try to correct his horrible habbits, but I would still stay because I loved him so much. I never believed that I was in any "real" danger becuase he never actually beat me black and blue. So I'd stay,continue to put up with the emotional abuse, and accept every

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apology and promise. When I serously decided to leave him was when we were having one of our usual fights, and I didn't only look into my daughter's eyes, but I "saw" her. I saw how much it hurt her little innocent heart to see the two people that she loved the most in the whole world treating each other like that. She would yell at him for pushing me,and would yell at me for yelling at him. Poor thing didn't know who to root for.She had been caught in the middle since before she was born. No matter how much I loved that man, I loved my daughter so much more and refused to let him and I put her through that toument any longer. But police and protective orders don't always work. You need to get tough and speak up. But since I wasn't tough, I'm lucky it didn't get worse than it did. Thank God that I didn't stay with him long enough to make him do anything stupid to himself, to me, or to our daughter. And I also thank God that I had my friends, and family there to help me throught it all. My boyfriend was the one that helped me the most.He was there for me when even my parents didn't know what to do. He took me in and protected me from him, and is helping me raise my daughter as if she was his own. My daughter's father has become a better daddy since I left him, and is still a constant in her life which is all I ever wanted. Although he still threatens my boyfriend and I and wants me back, I know that he is slowly but surely moving on with his life,and I hope he will be happy with whoever he ends up with. I will always love him, and we will always be there for each other if we ever need anything. Things are slowly getting to the way they should be. No one can convince you to leave anyone, and not just anyone can change. You need to find it within yourself to believe that you don't deserve it. You let it happen in the biginning, so you're the only one who can truly make it stop.

lila -
Comments - i was beat by my dog repeatedly. i did not mean to crap in his doghouse. i am sorry. i think he should be prosecuted and fixed so i cannot get pregnant. thank you

leigh -
Comments - i feel that my situation is different from other's because my abuse is dealing with my father. it is complete mental and emotional abuse that has drive men so far in the past that i tried to commit suicide. my dad is very very religious so that is also messed up, but he has a narcississtic personality. if anyone has similar situations please e-mail me

Erica Wiggins -
Comments - once upon a time, you loved me you wouldn't let me fall. once upon a time, i loved you your word, you said, was true... now your foul face haunts me my nightmares, more frequent i dream of the day you leave me i dream of the day i'm free. you act as those your words dont hurt or maybe you know they will you pierce me with your venom relentless till you kill... my emotions are your game you know me in and out you know my every weakness you'll play that card, no doubt. my mask of security is shattered million pieces on the floor you beat me till I'm battered yet you still go on for more. you can see that i am breaking you can see that i hate life you can see my pain arising you can see me grab this knife you know my soul so well your advantage, i can't beat you stab at my vulnerability All I want is to be free.... free of my insecurity free of your vicious eyes free of this complexity... yet freedom will be as i die you've pushed me over the edge you've won your stupid game you've gained support from outsiders as you trashed and humiliated my name no one sees your evil no one sees your flaws to busy being what they are animals, addicted to claw they're brainwashed beasts blinded to who I am. he says I should die their conscience wont even ask why sharks in a pool the smell of fresh new blood attacking viciously at my heart hungry; as they my soul apart. the master of deception watches contently at afar he finds it all so amusing as my name and body's scarred my life passes before my eyes as i see his hunger grow i realize now he'll never stop until my blood, stains his snow i used to think i deserved this my mistakes were all but clear but now i see its murder and this is what i fear: my life is all but ended there's nothing i can do once I'm gone I'm worthless but your form, will stay true you'll find another victim an innocent soul at that trap them in your warped games and keep them like a rat you experiment with their reactions laugh at them as they cry cry for their escape cry for their own lives... you suck the soul out of them just as you did to me you take away their honour you take their humanity As I see him scar them I wish I could convey he doesn't stop abusing until you walk away. now we see you for what you are but its all over and done we lie upon the shattered glass your icy whisper says... "i won"

mel -
Comments - ok you people probably think im selfish, i havent personally been abused but for 3 years i had to watch my mother be beaten every day. i felt that was hard enough alone i couldnt bare to think what my mother was going through. her then boyfriend would come home eat his dinner (thats if it was good enough if it wasnt we would know) and then beat her till she couldnt breath. when this was happening i knew i had to be strong for my mum because if she knew i was upset she would feel she had failed me, even though i was old enough to know it wasnt her fault and victims of this abuse are unable to do anything about it, i knew i had to help my mum, but june 2002 i had nearly lost my mum 4 times twice when she was beaten really bad and twice due to her taking an overdose she just gave up, i dread the thought of me not finding her in time, i still remember standing at the top of my stairs when the ambulance came i had froze, i didnt know what to do, i couldnt lose my mum not now, she had been so strong for so long. i havent got a father my dad walked out on me when i was just 4 so i never really got a bond with him like i have with my mother and if i lost her i would have nothing. luckily my mum pulled through and she is now as well as can be expected, although she has ibs due to the stress caused (irritable bowel syndrome). me on the other hand i am coping i suppose, i find i have literally no confidence what so ever i wont leave the house on my own and if i do its to go somewhere very close. people tell me im a pretty girl and im intelligent but when i look in the mirror i see the girl who didnt help her mum who let it happen, i could of done something but never did, but its gettin better before i was down 24/7 today i am feelin better about myself i am goin to college in september to meet new people and currently seeing someone which i didnt think i ever would as i was scared the same would happen to me as what happened to my mum, but trust is everything, just be careful who it is you start trusting, if you read this thankyou so much, knowin someone knows what im goin through who dont know me and cant judge me makes me feel better in myself, and 4 anyone who is a victim of abuse dont hesitate to call the police if you are scared dont be they will keep you safe and make you happier aas a person, also there are counsillers out there who give it their all to help you if you can see sum1 they are your friends! luv ya all and take care xXx.