Lately, a lot of bits and pieces from the relationship have been surfacing.
One in particular where he ended up pulling my hair to the point where I cried out in pain and him saying “Now you know how it feels” but we always goofed off and told each other whether we liked it or not. That time, it felt like absolute abuse and power.
Flashbacks of his mom hitting me, flashbacks of him yelling and me hitting myself, flashbacks of him holding a knife to his neck and saying he’s going to slit his throat…I don’t know how much longer I can take of this torment. I have good days, but I’m getting to my breaking point.