iamthesean
Porn Star
- Joined
- Sep 23, 2004
- Posts
- 305
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 0
- Location
- Near Toronto
- Website
- www.face-pic.com
Hey, I was wondering if anyone's ever been hit/beaten by their partner?
My longest/most serious relationship lasted about 3 years. Started out nice enough, he was interested in me, and I wasn't really looking for a relationship at that point (I had just gone through 3 relationships in the span of a year or 2, back to back...and wanted some 'time off')...so the first 6 months were spent wooing me, after i finally gave in, it was as if i 'owed' him...and he held me to it.
Well, whenever he would get upset/mad with me, instead of dealing with it, talking it out, or even yelling at eachother, he'd just shut me out...not talk to me, ignore me, treat me like dirt.
By year 2, it started to get worse, and I got depressed, and he began putting me down as well...
Well, within that time, I eventually couldn't take it anymore, and said "you know what, how about from now on, if you're pissed at me for whatever stupid reason you just hit me instead?" thinking....hey, i'm tough, and at that point, physical abuse was a lot easier to heal from the amount of emotional and mental abuse....and he was all too happy to oblige...
he was taller/bigger than me, but a total puss, I know I could have taken him if I ever wanted to...but being the sentimental type, i don't think i could ever raise a hand to someone I'm supposed to love....wasn't the same for him though.
It started with him just punching me in the arms or chest, and like i said...i'm pretty tough, i don't bruise, and heal incredibly fast...physically. One time he was playing with like a shish ka bob skewer (those wooden ones, that are pointy at the end), and talking on the phone, while i was reading a book and he threw it at me!....it was sticking out of my chest...it only went in a few millimeters (like a quarter inch for you americans
), and i was like "WHAT THE HELL!?" and he was like "oh whatever, not like it hurt you"...i was still angry, it could have taken out my eye, or what not.
Well, the worst of it was one time, he got pissed off at me...i'm not even sure why, and he sucker punched me in the face....it hurt like hell, and after a week or 2 when the swelling in my nose wouldn't go down, i had to go to the hospital and got it checked out...turned out he broke it, i had a deviated septum, and it was infected. I needed to have surgery to correct it...a nose job.
For the record....everyone else loved my bf...and us together, thought he was the nice one, etc...i even made excuses for him...i told everyone we were just play fighting, and he hit me in the face accidentally.
I made him come with me to the hospital for my operation. i made him wait with my parents as they operated on me. I made him see me, covered in bandages and blood, and hopped up on the morphine. I made him be there for every moment of that....and told him that he cannot hit me anymore. well, a month or 2 go by, swelling goes down a bit, black eyes clear up, i'm still depressed...put on some weight because of it, feel HIDEOUS because of my new nose/face, and they took cartilage from my right ear to keep my nasal passage open...so also self conscious about my gimpy ear.
We're supposed to go out to the symphony, with a friend or 2, and he jokingly hits me, and i'm like "WHAT THE FUCK!? I said no more fucking hitting...what is wrong with you!? You already put me in the hospital, and with all the accidents i've had, and injuries i've incurred, YOU are responsible for my first and only broken bone, and first surgery....and yet you STILL insist on hitting me!?" he smiles...and punches me again.
I LOST IT. Like i said, he's taller than me (6'4" to my 5'10"), he went to hit me, i knocked his arm up, and punched him in the ribs, and then 2 more in the stomach, and was going in for more, but my friend chris stepped in between us, and begged me to stop....i wanted my bf dead...but I could never hit chris....so i did. i yelled at my bf, and told him i hate him, and that i didn't wanna go out with them, so i just stayed home and everyone else went out.
we FINALLY broke up sometime after all of that...but it took me a year of counselling to even admit to myself that i was in an abusive relationship, that i didn't deserve it, and that it was NOT ok. My friends and family still ask about him...tell me how much they liked him, and i told my aunt/godmother why i don't talk to im anymore etc...and how he broke my nose....he punched me on purpose and was abusive...and she actually said "You probably deserved it."
has anyone else gone through anything like this??? I would love to hear other people's stories, and more than willing to share more of mine.
i apparently need to talk about it.
My longest/most serious relationship lasted about 3 years. Started out nice enough, he was interested in me, and I wasn't really looking for a relationship at that point (I had just gone through 3 relationships in the span of a year or 2, back to back...and wanted some 'time off')...so the first 6 months were spent wooing me, after i finally gave in, it was as if i 'owed' him...and he held me to it.
Well, whenever he would get upset/mad with me, instead of dealing with it, talking it out, or even yelling at eachother, he'd just shut me out...not talk to me, ignore me, treat me like dirt.
By year 2, it started to get worse, and I got depressed, and he began putting me down as well...
Well, within that time, I eventually couldn't take it anymore, and said "you know what, how about from now on, if you're pissed at me for whatever stupid reason you just hit me instead?" thinking....hey, i'm tough, and at that point, physical abuse was a lot easier to heal from the amount of emotional and mental abuse....and he was all too happy to oblige...
he was taller/bigger than me, but a total puss, I know I could have taken him if I ever wanted to...but being the sentimental type, i don't think i could ever raise a hand to someone I'm supposed to love....wasn't the same for him though.
It started with him just punching me in the arms or chest, and like i said...i'm pretty tough, i don't bruise, and heal incredibly fast...physically. One time he was playing with like a shish ka bob skewer (those wooden ones, that are pointy at the end), and talking on the phone, while i was reading a book and he threw it at me!....it was sticking out of my chest...it only went in a few millimeters (like a quarter inch for you americans
Well, the worst of it was one time, he got pissed off at me...i'm not even sure why, and he sucker punched me in the face....it hurt like hell, and after a week or 2 when the swelling in my nose wouldn't go down, i had to go to the hospital and got it checked out...turned out he broke it, i had a deviated septum, and it was infected. I needed to have surgery to correct it...a nose job.
For the record....everyone else loved my bf...and us together, thought he was the nice one, etc...i even made excuses for him...i told everyone we were just play fighting, and he hit me in the face accidentally.
I made him come with me to the hospital for my operation. i made him wait with my parents as they operated on me. I made him see me, covered in bandages and blood, and hopped up on the morphine. I made him be there for every moment of that....and told him that he cannot hit me anymore. well, a month or 2 go by, swelling goes down a bit, black eyes clear up, i'm still depressed...put on some weight because of it, feel HIDEOUS because of my new nose/face, and they took cartilage from my right ear to keep my nasal passage open...so also self conscious about my gimpy ear.
We're supposed to go out to the symphony, with a friend or 2, and he jokingly hits me, and i'm like "WHAT THE FUCK!? I said no more fucking hitting...what is wrong with you!? You already put me in the hospital, and with all the accidents i've had, and injuries i've incurred, YOU are responsible for my first and only broken bone, and first surgery....and yet you STILL insist on hitting me!?" he smiles...and punches me again.
I LOST IT. Like i said, he's taller than me (6'4" to my 5'10"), he went to hit me, i knocked his arm up, and punched him in the ribs, and then 2 more in the stomach, and was going in for more, but my friend chris stepped in between us, and begged me to stop....i wanted my bf dead...but I could never hit chris....so i did. i yelled at my bf, and told him i hate him, and that i didn't wanna go out with them, so i just stayed home and everyone else went out.
we FINALLY broke up sometime after all of that...but it took me a year of counselling to even admit to myself that i was in an abusive relationship, that i didn't deserve it, and that it was NOT ok. My friends and family still ask about him...tell me how much they liked him, and i told my aunt/godmother why i don't talk to im anymore etc...and how he broke my nose....he punched me on purpose and was abusive...and she actually said "You probably deserved it."
has anyone else gone through anything like this??? I would love to hear other people's stories, and more than willing to share more of mine.
i apparently need to talk about it.



























