As am writing this please know u may have to rewrite this cause English is not my first language lol. So am going to start with when i was 14 i could just remember beign so close to my sister i wanted to be just like her when she turned 15 she got pregnant she no longer lived in my dad's house so i guess it was like a no shocker we imagined her going to live with her boyfriend to everyone's surprised she actually brought home her boyfriends, friend to meet my dad and told us she was moving in with him even though i knew the truth i kept my mouth shut he was a drug dealer and over 5 years he was a perfect dad they were a perfect family they even added a second child a girl she brought so much love into our lives they were really coming up dealing and transporting i was 19 moved out my dads house to go to ASU when day they invited us to go out to a club and we all had a blast i decided to go back to my sister's house to sleep since we were all drunk and i lived far as i was washing my face i feel someone come behind me and grab i moved and yelled my sister's name she started to scream at him to which he said it was on accident he thought it was her blah blah blah she believed hin whatever whatever never did i ever stay the night again one night i received a call at 3am from my sister i can hear yelling and screaming so i drove to her house i find my nephews in a closet hiding i go into her room she is covered from head to toe he is laying next to her i ask her to get up she refuses she yells at me to leave so i take the kids our the closet and i take them with me i wasn't able to sleep all night the next morning she comes to my apartment and yes he had beat the hell out of her i call the cops hes arrested two days later she shows up to my house with him in the car she says the whole i love hin watever watever she continues to live like this for a while me calling the cops her bailing him out so eventually i just stopped i fell out of luck with work so to save money she offered to let me stay in her house i excepted i figured maybe he will hold back since i live there it didn't i moved out 6months later then she took a trip with her kids to California it was during my birth day the person i moved out with was a memeber of his family the day of my birthday i decided to have a birthday party she invited my brother in law and some of his friends we all got soooo wasted that night mostly everyone had left when i decided to go to bed i recall closing my door and laying down u dont recall what time it was when i feel someone laying next to me kissing me and touching me u started to fight this but i was so drunk i just remember beign hit so hard and waking up the next morning with a busted lip and a black eye i was so in shocked that i went in the shower and tried to wash everything away when his cousin told me she saw him walking out my room and he had told her i had fell hard on the floor i knew what had happened when my sister got home i think she knew something was wrong but didn't know what i didn't tell her anything and that was my mistake i eventually moved out by myself i was so torn lost depressed then comes the day when someone told her what happened but didn't tell my sister exactly what happened one day she got beat so bad that she herself called the cops and that was it the state no longer was going to let him bail out i felt a sense of relief he was finally going to get what he deserved he got 8yrs. But my sister wanted answers and her way of trying to get it was wrong she started to yell at me blaming me for her getting beat for him getting 8yrs she said just tell what happened between you two and just as i was about to tell her the truth my niece and nephew walk in the room and i couldn't i couldn't tell my niece and nephew there dad had raped me or had he that night was so foggy but if i was such a willing participant why was i so beat the next day ever since i told her i had sleep with her husband even though i didn't i took a blame so there kids wouldn't be affected i lost way more than him i lost my sister and nephews. How do people handle this how do people go on........ did i do the right thing.
Hello everyone, my name is Danielle and I live in Massachusetts. I figured I'd share my story because I still feel lost and I think it could help someone struggling. I was a sophomore in college, and I met the 'man of my dreams'. He worked with my father at the local fire station, and he had this amazing smile. He was cute, loud, and contagious. When we started dating he moved in with me at my parents, he and his father did not get along so well. He helped my parents with whatever was needed, he just 'fit in so perfectly'. That all started to change about six/seven months into our relationship. I had/ have an amazing relationship with my parents, my mom is my best friend, and he thought that was weird. He said I was 'too close' to my parents and needed to separate my life from theirs- I thought it was weird, but I didn't really care, I was in love. He began to say that we need to move out, give ourselves some space, that we 'have no privacy here'. We moved out of my parents house shortly after. I wish I could describe in words how different he was after we moved out of my parents house. He controlled my job, only giving me certain hours I could work, he wanted me in the house, saying 'I spend to much time elsewhere' and that 'I need to get used to just sitting at home'. Since he was a firefighter, I needed to share my location with him on my phone and vice versa, 'incase if anything ever happened' he told me. I wish I could count on my fingers the amount of times that he got angry at me, shut off his location, and left for hours at a time. His anger turned physical. He would yell in my face, poke my chest backwards, push me out of the way. I started to hate myself, and him. We scheduled a vacation to Cancun. Who doesn't love Cancun? Warm weather, beautiful beaches, historical landmarks, the list goes on an on. Well, a few days before we left for the trip we fought. He grabbed me by the arms and started to pull, ripping me of the couch, screaming at me to leave. It didn't hurt much then. I slept on the couch. I woke up and realized what happened when I went to get into the shower the next morning. The inside of my arms were covered in bruises from his hands squeezing and pulling me off the couch. I didn't care, because I loved him. I went to the airport in a sweater, in the middle of July, a sweater. My mom was driving us and she questioned, but she believed me when I said it was because airplanes are always cold. On the plane ride from Texas to Mexico I found him texting another girl. She had sent him pictures of her and her friends and he fawned over her. I was so upset, trying to whimper to myself on the plane, and not cause a scene. He was pissed that I went through his phone, which, I guess I would be too, but he threatened to leave me in Mexico alone. I said I was sorry for going through his things, he demanded we never spoke of it again. We broke up shortly after that trip. I felt alone and sad and I missed him. Outrageous. We got back together a month later, he had 'changed'. He loved me and was sorry for what he had done. I believed him.... I shouldn't have. We moved back in with each other six months later. He convinced me that I should just pay off his credit card debt instead of paying rent. So, thats what I did. I payed off THOUSANDS of dollars. Making 1200-1300 payments per month, mind you our rent was only 1000. Two months went by and we were in the same exact spot where we left off. I felt so angry. He booked me a trip to Disney for the two of us, it was equally as miserable as Cancun. We fought every single day. I went to the parks alone. I was miserable in the happiest place on earth. Just two weeks after this vacation we broke up. I moved back home with my parents and I still loved him. I knew that this was better for me though, and my parents really helped me get out of his mind-control. We used to talk often after the break up. We wanted to still be friends. That turned into him asking for me back, again, for the second time. I hated myself for it at the time, but I said no. Please don't ever loose yourself to someone else. You will never be the same afterwards. Real love doesn't demand you change, real love doesn't demand this and that. Real love encourages you, loves you unconditionally, and finds love in the weirdness. Today, I am so happy.