It made sense to me that the least I could do was not wear shorts that attracted the attention that made him uncomfortable.
Gradually his behavior changed, he no longer spoke to me about his issues but instead became angry when I did things he did not approve of.
I was the girl who would say with pride that I would never let anyone, especially a boyfriend, hit me. He opened up to me immediately sharing the struggles with his family life growing up. He told me how his father was abusive to his mother and he hated him for it.
I knew that it existed in the world and I knew it was bad if it happened, but I had no idea it was called Domestic Violence, and I definitely had no idea how deeply dangerous, manipulative, gradual and lonely being abused was, until I met Phil. With the amazing upbringing I had experienced it was difficult for me to imagine living in a violent environment.
Our relationship started as a dream, we were young and thought I was in love. Yes we were obsessed with each other, I knew that drove my parents crazy, I wanted to be with him 24/7, and he with me.
Slowly little things were said that I initially thought came from a caring place, “wow you look like you have gained weight”, “you really think that guy was hitting on you?