Content warning: Abuse
I never thought I was dealing with domestic abuse. I was abused by someone who I was in a relationship with. He treated me really badly. He would hit me, fight me, and sometimes cuss at me. He put me down all the time and never supported me at all. He gave me Hep C and said it was my fault that didn’t know he had Hep C, like it was okay. And then he called the mother effing police because I hit him back for putting his hands on me, hitting me in the face, and giving me black eyes. And I got locked up for an assault charge. He treated me like crap on his shoes and then said I was a serial cheater.
He didn’t give two effs about me or my feelings. I stayed with his ass for three years, and then I left his ass. I had met another effed-up person. He did a lot of crap to me, like sleeping with my ex-bestie, and then telling me it was my fault, cause I have a lot of problems. Someone tried to warn me about his low-life ass and I didn’t want to listen. I learned the hard way.
Once I finally stopped talking to him, I was hurt for a moment and depressed. I learned how to heal myself and deal with my feelings, and started doing some self-care stuff like reading books, watching TV, going outside, doing community service, and learning to forgive myself.
I saw a person I had a crush on when he had long beautiful dreadlocks. I asked him what happened to his hair, and he said he had to cut his hair. We exchanged numbers and we started talking on the phone for two years. We decided to be in a relationship and we have been together but I didn’t receive love from him. It was very hard and took a lot of time. I was there to pick up the pieces, and thought it was ok to be hurt and learn how to forgive people who hurt me. It takes time to heal and learn to love someone who has my back, knows how to deal with me, keeps me calm, and makes me be real and focus on myself, school, work, my writing, and being active in the community.
