Post by daylene on Oct 13, 2010 7:37:44 GMT -5
I read a story in the real abuse stories that was similar to what had happened to me in a relationship that i was in, actually the very first serious relationship that i was ever in and I've just recently started to figure out that all the problems we had were actually abuse.
He lived about a half hour away from me at the time and neither one of us had our license so we could only come see each other on the weekends but it wasn't that big of a deal because we loved each other so much and we talked on the phone everyday, every night, and we texted a lot. He did drugs but to my knowledge he only smoked pot and got drunk, with the occasional pill every now and again. So when i went to stay with him i would smoke pot and sometimes we would get drunk it was never a big deal. He was the second person i'd ever had sex with in my whole life and he pressured me into and begged me for at least an hour until i finally gave in. After that we started to have sex all the time. I was fourteen years old and he was seventeen. To me he was a cool older guy that took interest in me and i was an emotionally unstable person because not to long before i lost my mom, my step mom, and i had moved twice within two years, i had also just started high school so those are all big things that cause stress. To me he was my escape, the one person nobody else knew and i was completely in love with him. He made me feel so good about myself at first but after about a year of dating things started to really change for the worse.
First off he started having really bad mood swings he would call me and tell me he hated me and that he only used me for sex and that i was a nasty very *friendly* person. I would just start balling and i would be so upset. But about an hour later he would call back and cry to me that he was sorry and that he never meant any of what he said and he would say he was sorry and that he didn't know why he would say that. For some reason i always took him back and said that it was okay. I think it was just because i was so scared of loosing him and being alone. Anyways we broke up for a couple weeks and then started talking again and i went to spend the weekend with him, that weekend i found out that for the last three months he had been doing heroin. It blew my mind but it really explained a lot. He told me that he would quit for me and that he was sorry and that he was stupid for doing it and i agreed. Since we didn't get to see each other all the time i didn't know that he was still doing it. I found out he was still doing it because he had to go to the hospital; when he was shooting up he was around someone that had strep throat and he ended up getting strep throat in his arm and it got all infected to where he couldn't even move him arm. That was the point when i broke up with him and he told me i was the sole and only reason he still did heroin. After that we talked a couple more times but i never went to see him again. His mom called me and told me that he went to rehab and i told her it would be fine if he contacted me after he got out. He did once he got out but he wasn't the same and i don't think he ever will be again and neither will i. The last i heard he was back on the black tar and had no friends except a new girl he was seeing that also did heroin.
He lived about a half hour away from me at the time and neither one of us had our license so we could only come see each other on the weekends but it wasn't that big of a deal because we loved each other so much and we talked on the phone everyday, every night, and we texted a lot. He did drugs but to my knowledge he only smoked pot and got drunk, with the occasional pill every now and again. So when i went to stay with him i would smoke pot and sometimes we would get drunk it was never a big deal. He was the second person i'd ever had sex with in my whole life and he pressured me into and begged me for at least an hour until i finally gave in. After that we started to have sex all the time. I was fourteen years old and he was seventeen. To me he was a cool older guy that took interest in me and i was an emotionally unstable person because not to long before i lost my mom, my step mom, and i had moved twice within two years, i had also just started high school so those are all big things that cause stress. To me he was my escape, the one person nobody else knew and i was completely in love with him. He made me feel so good about myself at first but after about a year of dating things started to really change for the worse.
First off he started having really bad mood swings he would call me and tell me he hated me and that he only used me for sex and that i was a nasty very *friendly* person. I would just start balling and i would be so upset. But about an hour later he would call back and cry to me that he was sorry and that he never meant any of what he said and he would say he was sorry and that he didn't know why he would say that. For some reason i always took him back and said that it was okay. I think it was just because i was so scared of loosing him and being alone. Anyways we broke up for a couple weeks and then started talking again and i went to spend the weekend with him, that weekend i found out that for the last three months he had been doing heroin. It blew my mind but it really explained a lot. He told me that he would quit for me and that he was sorry and that he was stupid for doing it and i agreed. Since we didn't get to see each other all the time i didn't know that he was still doing it. I found out he was still doing it because he had to go to the hospital; when he was shooting up he was around someone that had strep throat and he ended up getting strep throat in his arm and it got all infected to where he couldn't even move him arm. That was the point when i broke up with him and he told me i was the sole and only reason he still did heroin. After that we talked a couple more times but i never went to see him again. His mom called me and told me that he went to rehab and i told her it would be fine if he contacted me after he got out. He did once he got out but he wasn't the same and i don't think he ever will be again and neither will i. The last i heard he was back on the black tar and had no friends except a new girl he was seeing that also did heroin.