I have had my fair share of BAD relationships for the past 12 years. I was divorced at 25 after being married at 18. Right after that relationship, I jumped right into another one, don't ask me why, but I did. I moved right in with him and the first couple of weeks went great and then the hell started. I was a human punching bag that not only was constantly being punched, but I was stabbed twice, burned, cut, just about any thing you could imagine, he put me through it. Getting out of that relationship was one of the hardest because I was like his dog that he watched constantly. I could not even wake up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night without him there with me. I literaly had to run out the back door, do the sniper crawl, and go to a neighbors house to call the authorities. I was never so happy to be able to actually breathe again. It took me about eight months before I thought about getting in to another relationship. This guy promised me the world, said he had a home, a job, a car. When I moved to NY to be with him, he had none of the above, so I lived on the streets for two weeks until I mustered up wnough courage to ask for help from the Welfare office. I had a home and food in my belly within two days and this guy, who failed to tell me he was married, would leave for days at a time saying he was going off to work and was actually going home to his wife. The jerk that I am currently living with knew what I had been through because we were friends before anything, and one day he used the famous line, why don't you get with me and I will show you how a real man treats a woman. Well, were together for five years until a couple things happened. First off, he had sexual relations with the next door neighbor, and when I told her boyfriend, they of course denied it. She came in to my house and after being asked to leave, attacked me. I am not stupid, I let her throw the first punch then of course faught back. The man I am living with, held me down so that the neighbors could beat on me and I could not fight back. He took my phone, disabled my car, and because he was afraid that he was going to get his butt kicked, took it out on me and choked me. I am physically alright, but I have promised myself no more relationships. I have my two daughters to raise, try and get my degree, (which right now is harder than it should be). I do not have time to have another man in my life. My experiences have been nothing but bad, and honestly, I know that I am a really good person, I do not need anyone in my life telling me different.
Wow, I guess I have said enough...hope i did not bore anyone.