Michigan teen dating violence survivor stories
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by Bri & Nicole, loveisrespect advocates Here at loveisrespect, we often talk with people who are experiencing abuse in their relationship, and they want to determine why their partner is being abusive towards them.
Sometimes this search for “why” leads them to believing that their partner is abusive because they experienced child abuse or went through some other form of trauma in their past.
If I wasn't acting like I enjoyed it he would pull my hair, hit me and lecture me. He knew he had me then, because I had nowhere else to go, and nobody wanted me, he used this against me all the time. At 7 months pregnant he found me and was waiting for me when I got home. His father lives up the road from me now, I pass him in the street every week. My son is dead 8 years, I got free of his dad 15 years ago.
It sometimes went on for days, especially if he was high on something. One time he beat me but I fought back, it was the worst hiding I ever got, but I would just keep screaming and scratching him. While he was out, our downstairs neighbour broke in through the fire escape and brought me down to his place, He and his wife had just moved in with their baby and couldn't believe the screams. He kept me prisoner for two days beating me and verbally abusing me, and telling me to clean up the mess he'd made, by smashing all the baby things up. My neighbours called in and ordered him to leave or they'd call the police. I left the country when I was nine months pregnant.
He told me to get into bed, and he started telling me how useless I was. Took my wages off me, wouldn't let me wear nice clothes, or makeup, or even do my hair nice.
He seemed to understand and be on my side, telling me to move out and have nothing to do with them.
He dragged me into his bedroom, ripped off my clothes and tried to strangle me. At four in the morning he gave me some of his clothes and told me I could go home if I promised not to split up with him. I left and headed to the police station, I was running and only about a hundred feet away when he caught up with me.
When he got off he threatened to rape me if I screamed. He dragged me back to my place, and kept me prisoner for another day. He smacked me across the face with the back of his hand because I wasn't enjoying it. He rarely left my side, I worked as a waitress and he sat in the cafe nearly all day, picked me up from work.
This one guy, *John*, kept saying I was so beautiful, he really made a fuss of me, and I was so flattered. After that night he was everywhere I went, and he just kept telling me I was beautiful.
I started to look forward to bumping into him and eventually we started dating.