Let me tell ya a story, I never thought it could happened to me but it did. The man I thought I was gonna be with for a while he was good in the beginning then some how changed. When we first met him it was love at first sight to me I thought he was just another guy. I walked up to him and ask may I help you cause your lookin too hard, he said no I’m just lookin because you have a beautiful smile after that we were inseparable.
About 5–6 months after that I got pregnant, we was so happy to have a baby on the way. Then it got stressful cause we keep getting into arguments about him lookin for a job to support the baby. I was still going to school he dropped out we both are eighteen. I lived with my parents and he lived with his mom. His mom was so happy to be a grandma she even offered to help us take care of the baby, but I didn’t, it was our responsibility not hers. My mom didn’t know yet I was too scared to tell her so I kept the pregnancy to myself. While I was one and a half months pregnant he was out side at my grandma’s house and we took a walk so we could talk and it turned into a argument, he hit out of anger. I was not takin that so I hit him back then he got real mad and pulled my hair, slapped me over and over and over again. I cried helplessly no one was there to help me my face was swollen, my nose and my lip was bleeding. He gave me his white t-shirt to clean the blood all I could do was cry and I remember that he said he would never hit me from there. I should have left him but I couldn’t I was carrying his child.
I never did believe in aborting so I had no choice, I refused to call him, see him, talk to him until he say he’s sorry. I didn’t go back to school until all the bruises went away, he came bye to see me but I refused to, the next week I made him beg me to forgive him so I did. He didn’t hit me for like a good two and a half weeks after that. I was goin through a hard time my niece was in the hospital, she’s eleven, she’s been there since the day after Thanksgiving and what makes it worst two days after she’s there my great grandmother passed away. I went to go see him me my sister and my sister’s boyfriend we all went to his house and one night we was on the phone he threatened to beat the shit outta me cuz I called him a bum for not getting a job.
We went to go chill with him and he grab’s me into his room and throws me on to his bed jumps on top and punches me and slaps me again, again and again I’m fighting back cause I’m not gonna let anyone just beat me then he stops he goes into the kitchen. I go into the bathroom to clean up and go leave with my sister and her boyfriend. I never spoke of that night to them they already knew with all the bruises I was covered with. I thought that was the last but I was wrong. The last time he hit me was when he came with me to go visit my niece at the hospital, we was walkin up to the bus stop and he just out of no where punched me really really hard on my back I almost fell to the ground but I kept standing, later that night I had to spend the night at his house cause I had no way getting home. We was lying down and I said you’re not a real man cause you hit me then he slapped me so hard my cheek was swollen for a while, that was one week before Christmas. He hasn’t hit me since then because I haven’t seen him since then I ended up aborting the baby because I didn’t want my child to see what I go through and I refuse to be another teen single mother. All because of him and the abuse he put me through I could never forgive myself and aborting my baby girl, I knew it was gonna be a girl. Now I don’t have no reason to be with him and it’s hard cause at the time I really did love him.
Being a teen girl in a domestic violence is not fun, it’s not funny, it’s not right and not fear. I shouldn’t be in fear for my life that’s why I had to get out. Some times he still calls me he say’s he’s sorry and he wants me to be with him but I know that’s a lie, I kept the abuse to my self the only person that knows is my twin sister, her boyfriend, my three best friends. I want to tell my parents so bad but I know what they will do. What I do to take away the pain is write poems. Here’s one of my poems:
I open my eyes and look behind a wooden door I can’t shake the feeling that I’m getting ignored
silent cry’s through the night he said if I hear one cry we gonna fight tonight
a slap to the face, a punch to the head, a kick to the stomach, a stave to the heart
he say’s we’ll never be apart it must make him proud to see me frown
I always had doubt but it was never that far out
I should have left when he throw the first hit
now all he does is treat me like shit
when I tried to head out he screams and shout
you know what they say
(for better for worse, for rich or poor, to sickness and health, to DEATH DO US PART)
you f@$* with me I mess with your heart
I’d say you already did he said then I’ll f@$* up your head
so go ahead and try to leave the next place you’ll live is under the sea
he said so take a set and try to look neat
I go into the room instead and cry as I lay in the bed
he kicks down the door and said (what did I say you whore)
my mind is in shock as I try to block
the first punch he missed then he kicks and kicks
as I bleed all over the bed I only hope and pray
it’s all over this is one big horror
he says shhh the next door would hear us
so I screamed and screamed to make sure they did
to let them now to call the cops my boyfriend keeps beating me none stop
so I open my eyes and look behind a wooden door I can’t shake the feeling I’m getting ignored
as I’m laying in the hospital bed the doctor said you’ve should of been dead
they said I’m really lucky to survive this horrible fight now I gotta deal with this horrible sight,
for the rest of my life
I thank god for keepin me alive and the person who did this serves a sentence of life.
I say that if any woman is in a abusive relationship get out cause it’s not safe and it’s not fear for us the woman to deal with men abusing us. I’m still eighteen, this all happened in the year of 2007 and my New Years resolution was to get of this relationship and have a better life and I did and I’m thankful for my sister and her boyfriend for helping me. I don’t know where I would be if they didn’t. Thank you everyone who reads this I hope you are getting the help you need to get away from an abusive spouse.