Relationship Violence Story From Malorie

by Malorie
(Biddeford, Maine, USA)

I had a boyfriend who took me out on a double date. He had been emotionally abusive, but when I finally was around a nice guy, I felt confident. I could be myself and be safe. I did so. Next thing I know he's reaching for my arm holding it down saying he's not impressed with my actions...the nice guy looked on. Sadly, he did not report it to anyone. He just shrugged his shoulders and ignored my boyfriend the rest of the night. Nothing was done...I actually ended up dating this guy; why? I didn't know. I felt like he was a hero, when in fact he did nothing to help me. So I ended up being hospitalized for stress, and finally with god and family was able to escape suicide.





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