This is a heavy topic for anyone to read about, although i'm here to tell pieces of my story starting at the beginning and to say that abuse is abuse. I'm mostly using this as an outlet and maybe no one will read or even see this post but here i go.
3 years i have been with the same guy. 3 years really isn't that long in hindsight, although long enough for me. It has been on again and off again. The 1st year was tranquil and we were living in that bliss of a new found relationship. I personally don't think you can know after one year how a person truly is or how their mind really works.
We were living with friends at the time and we weren't really fighting, soon after that first year we moved into our own house just north of where my friends were. We had both worked at the same hospital (different departments) and it was going great. Slowly as our relationship moved on things started changing with my boyfriend and i noticed red flags that should've made me run for the hills. As i go throughout telling this story i don't want anyone to feel sorry for me i just want it heard.