For seven years, I have been in an abusive relationship.

And God knows how long it took me to realise I was in one. 

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I remember one day. My now-ex got drunk, and it kicked a fuss - not to call it a fight - because jealousy overtook him. Oh man, I don't think I have ever felt so humiliated in my whole life. Cunt. Whore. You are worth nothing without me.

 

And the list of name-calling goes on.

 

The next day he was all about being sorry, how much he loved me, and I was the only person who could never understand him. And just like any other time before that, I would have just brushed everything under the carpet. Just like nothing ever happen. 

 

But something about this time felt different. The next morning, when I saw the look on my sister's face, I finally realised that something wasn't right. That my relationship wasn't right.

I didn't feel ashamed for the first time, but I felt I was a victim.

 

And connecting all the dots and the many other times that something similar happened, I escaped my catatonic state, and I told myself, yes, you are in an abusive relationship.

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So this is how my blog started. I have several friends that are or have been in an abusive relationship. I spoke to victims and survivors of domestic abuse. And the common thread is that sharing experiences and realising that YOU ARE NOT ALONE generates a sense of unity and strength, awakening the reality.

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Since we are not alone, I am calling anyone out there to share their story to be anonymously published here. Hoping that telling your real-life experience, will help other victims of abuse in realising

 

Shit, this is happening to me too.

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