The Moment I Realized I Was in an Abusive Relationship

The Moment I Realized I Was In An Abusive Relationship

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 I still couldn’t believe my day was ending this way. Reality was sinking in fast and I couldn’t bear it. Thoughts started crisscrossing my mind. I picked up the cell phone, tapped the speed dial and hesitated. His name stared at me. I felt a little nervous.  Then I gathered the courage to call. As I had expected, no response. I placed the phone back on the table. With every tick of the clock, I grew more impatient and disappointed. Midnight was drawing near and still no signs of him.

From a distance I hear staggers, a bang on the door, and there he is. Surprise! Guess who’s here? His face beaming with laughter, Greg hops in bed besides me. I move to give him space. “That was awesome, I couldn’t miss it, ...crazy!!!!,” he shouts. His breath is reeking of beer, so I turn my back to him and in a rather disappointed tone manage to murmur amid pauses “…we …planned …to have this night… together, honey. Plus, everyday has been your day with the boys”. I wait for him to say something. Silence.

         Getting enraged, Greg rises to his wobbly feet, grabs me by the shoulder and shouts, “You get annoyed when I have fun, you are irritating to be near.” He gets to the closet, picks a few clothes and reaches for the door. I can’t control my sobbing. “I don’t mean it that way honey. I just wanted to be with you. Please don’t leave me alone,” I plead with him as I pull him back to the room. He turns, steadies himself, and smacks me in the face and starts walking away, indifferent of the pain he just inflicted in me. Like a beggar, I follow behind him down the corridor as he barks at me all sorts of insults. I have to let go. I feel the pain.

As a freshman from a family constantly battling for divorce, I joined the hype of the hopeless romantics. Like my classmates, I hoped a prince charming would come knocking and we would live happily ever after. I was determined to correct the mistakes of my parents. So when I met Greg, I felt I had found it all. Good looks, and the fame he commanded. The rest I hoped was up to me. To ensure the relationship worked. How I was wrong. Right from the beginning, there were signs that the affair was one sided. He kept demanding for sex and I had to give in, lest I lost him. He was famous and all the girls were drooling for him.