u/Emotional-Citron-561

It's very difficult for me to say this, but I am 26, I've been with my boyfriend for a year and a half. We started living together in our fifth month, and the physical violence began from the very first month. Initially, when I did something or said something that annoyed him at a concert or in a bar, he would squeeze my waist tightly. Then, as time went on, he started biting me on my cheek, arm, and leg. I took pictures of a few of these incidents.

Once, he squeezed my little finger so hard it turned purple and I think it was crushed. I didn't go to the doctor, and he didn't suggest we go either. I couldn't use my little finger for a week, and it hurt a lot. All he did was apologize profusely, say he loved me very much, and that it wouldn't happen again. I'm a little too jealous of him because I can't trust him in anything. That's why I blame myself, thinking I'm the one who angers him.

The last incident was horrific and I think it traumatized me. I thought he was going to stab me with the knife he had in the house, but he kept cutting himself. This wasn't the first time he'd done this to himself. After cutting himself, he was in a lot of pain and started blaming me. And he started beating me, constantly hitting me on the head. He wouldn't let me escape from the house, and when I did, he caught me in the street and beat me there too. He said he wasn't afraid of the police, let them come and arrest him. He forced me back into the house and continued beating me, saying hurtful things, and I was really hurt that night. I remember crying, "mommy" I cant forget that night and me crying "mommy".

The next day, he said he'd been drunk the night before, apologized, and said he loved me more than anything and didn't want to break up. I don't know why, but I accepted. Now I don't even want to know what's right and what's wrong. I have no friends; my best friend left me because I chose to stay with him. I have messages where he admits to what he did and apologizes, and I'm keeping them. I also have photos of some of the bruises. I'm keeping those too. I'm ashamed to say this, but I still love him because he's sometimes very kind and considerate to me.

It's only in those terrible moments that it feels like a demon has possessed him. I know I should leave him, but I can't. Something inside me is stopping me. The memories and photos of when everything was beautiful are stopping me. I guess I can't accept that our relationship has turned into this.

It's very difficult for me to say this, but I am 26, I've been with my boyfriend for a year and a half. We started living together in our fifth month, and the physical violence began from the very first month. Initially, when I did something or said something that annoyed him at a concert or in a bar, he would squeeze my waist tightly. Then, as time went on, he started biting me on my cheek, arm, and leg. I took pictures of a few of these incidents.

Once, he squeezed my little finger so hard it turned purple and I think it was crushed. I didn't go to the doctor, and he didn't suggest we go either. I couldn't use my little finger for a week, and it hurt a lot. All he did was apologize profusely, say he loved me very much, and that it wouldn't happen again. I'm a little too jealous of him because I can't trust him in anything. That's why I blame myself, thinking I'm the one who angers him.

The last incident was horrific and I think it traumatized me. I thought he was going to stab me with the knife he had in the house, but he kept cutting himself. This wasn't the first time he'd done this to himself. After cutting himself, he was in a lot of pain and started blaming me. And he started beating me, constantly hitting me on the head. He wouldn't let me escape from the house, and when I did, he caught me in the street and beat me there too. He said he wasn't afraid of the police, let them come and arrest him. He forced me back into the house and continued beating me, saying hurtful things, and I was really hurt that night. I remember crying, "mommy" I cant forget that night and me crying "mommy".

The next day, he said he'd been drunk the night before, apologized, and said he loved me more than anything and didn't want to break up. I don't know why, but I accepted. Now I don't even want to know what's right and what's wrong. I have no friends; my best friend left me because I chose to stay with him. I have messages where he admits to what he did and apologizes, and I'm keeping them. I also have photos of some of the bruises. I'm keeping those too. I'm ashamed to say this, but I still love him because he's sometimes very kind and considerate to me.

It's only in those terrible moments that it feels like a demon has possessed him. I know I should leave him, but I can't. Something inside me is stopping me. The memories and photos of when everything was beautiful are stopping me. I guess I can't accept that our relationship has turned into this.

It's very difficult for me to say this, but I am 26, I've been with my boyfriend for a year and a half. We started living together in our fifth month, and the physical violence began from the very first month. Initially, when I did something or said something that annoyed him at a concert or in a bar, he would squeeze my waist tightly. Then, as time went on, he started biting me on my cheek, arm, and leg. I took pictures of a few of these incidents.

Once, he squeezed my little finger so hard it turned purple and I think it was crushed. I didn't go to the doctor, and he didn't suggest we go either. I couldn't use my little finger for a week, and it hurt a lot. All he did was apologize profusely, say he loved me very much, and that it wouldn't happen again. I'm a little too jealous of him because I can't trust him in anything. That's why I blame myself, thinking I'm the one who angers him.

The last incident was horrific and I think it traumatized me. I thought he was going to stab me with the knife he had in the house, but he kept cutting himself. This wasn't the first time he'd done this to himself. After cutting himself, he was in a lot of pain and started blaming me. And he started beating me, constantly hitting me on the head. He wouldn't let me escape from the house, and when I did, he caught me in the street and beat me there too. He said he wasn't afraid of the police, let them come and arrest him. He forced me back into the house and continued beating me, saying hurtful things, and I was really hurt that night. I remember crying, "mommy" I cant forget that night and me crying "mommy".

The next day, he said he'd been drunk the night before, apologized, and said he loved me more than anything and didn't want to break up. I don't know why, but I accepted. Now I don't even want to know what's right and what's wrong. I have no friends; my best friend left me because I chose to stay with him. I have messages where he admits to what he did and apologizes, and I'm keeping them. I also have photos of some of the bruises. I'm keeping those too. I'm ashamed to say this, but I still love him because he's sometimes very kind and considerate to me.

It's only in those terrible moments that it feels like a demon has possessed him. I know I should leave him, but I can't. Something inside me is stopping me. The memories and photos of when everything was beautiful are stopping me. I guess I can't accept that our relationship has turned into this.

It's very difficult for me to say this, but I am 26, I've been with my boyfriend for a year and a half. We started living together in our fifth month, and the physical violence began from the very first month. Initially, when I did something or said something that annoyed him at a concert or in a bar, he would squeeze my waist tightly. Then, as time went on, he started biting me on my cheek, arm, and leg. I took pictures of a few of these incidents.

Once, he squeezed my little finger so hard it turned purple and I think it was crushed. I didn't go to the doctor, and he didn't suggest we go either. I couldn't use my little finger for a week, and it hurt a lot. All he did was apologize profusely, say he loved me very much, and that it wouldn't happen again. I'm a little too jealous of him because I can't trust him in anything. That's why I blame myself, thinking I'm the one who angers him.

The last incident was horrific and I think it traumatized me. I thought he was going to stab me with the knife he had in the house, but he kept cutting himself. This wasn't the first time he'd done this to himself. After cutting himself, he was in a lot of pain and started blaming me. And he started beating me, constantly hitting me on the head. He wouldn't let me escape from the house, and when I did, he caught me in the street and beat me there too. He said he wasn't afraid of the police, let them come and arrest him. He forced me back into the house and continued beating me, saying hurtful things, and I was really hurt that night. I remember crying, "mommy" I cant forget that night and me crying "mommy".

The next day, he said he'd been drunk the night before, apologized, and said he loved me more than anything and didn't want to break up. I don't know why, but I accepted. Now I don't even want to know what's right and what's wrong. I have no friends; my best friend left me because I chose to stay with him. I have messages where he admits to what he did and apologizes, and I'm keeping them. I also have photos of some of the bruises. I'm keeping those too. I'm ashamed to say this, but I still love him because he's sometimes very kind and considerate to me.

It's only in those terrible moments that it feels like a demon has possessed him. I know I should leave him, but I can't. Something inside me is stopping me. The memories and photos of when everything was beautiful are stopping me. I guess I can't accept that our relationship has turned into this.

It's very difficult for me to say this, but I am 26, I've been with my boyfriend for a year and a half. We started living together in our fifth month, and the physical violence began from the very first month. Initially, when I did something or said something that annoyed him at a concert or in a bar, he would squeeze my waist tightly. Then, as time went on, he started biting me on my cheek, arm, and leg. I took pictures of a few of these incidents.

Once, he squeezed my little finger so hard it turned purple and I think it was crushed. I didn't go to the doctor, and he didn't suggest we go either. I couldn't use my little finger for a week, and it hurt a lot. All he did was apologize profusely, say he loved me very much, and that it wouldn't happen again. I'm a little too jealous of him because I can't trust him in anything. That's why I blame myself, thinking I'm the one who angers him.

The last incident was horrific and I think it traumatized me. I thought he was going to stab me with the knife he had in the house, but he kept cutting himself. This wasn't the first time he'd done this to himself. After cutting himself, he was in a lot of pain and started blaming me. And he started beating me, constantly hitting me on the head. He wouldn't let me escape from the house, and when I did, he caught me in the street and beat me there too. He said he wasn't afraid of the police, let them come and arrest him. He forced me back into the house and continued beating me, saying hurtful things, and I was really hurt that night. I remember crying, "mommy" I cant forget that night and me crying "mommy".

The next day, he said he'd been drunk the night before, apologized, and said he loved me more than anything and didn't want to break up. I don't know why, but I accepted. Now I don't even want to know what's right and what's wrong. I have no friends; my best friend left me because I chose to stay with him. I have messages where he admits to what he did and apologizes, and I'm keeping them. I also have photos of some of the bruises. I'm keeping those too. I'm ashamed to say this, but I still love him because he's sometimes very kind and considerate to me.

It's only in those terrible moments that it feels like a demon has possessed him. I know I should leave him, but I can't. Something inside me is stopping me. The memories and photos of when everything was beautiful are stopping me. I guess I can't accept that our relationship has turned into this.