Love shouldn’t Hurt

 As I sit in my new apartment, I realized that it has been two years since I fled from my Abuser. I haven't had any contact with him or his family. My relationship with my Abuser started out with my reconnection to an old friend. I had known of him for over 20 years and we often harmlessly firted with each other, having lunch together, etc. I was married when I met him so I never pursued anything more. He often babysitted my young sons so I trusted him. He was also my cousin's best friend and occasionally we all would hang out together. When my husband at the time and me would have parties at our home he was always invited. While festiviites were taking place you could always find him in the corner drinking a beer, sitting alone with no real interaction with everyone else. I never felt as though he was a threat to me or my family. I never saw him as dangerous at all. In fact he always looked like a lost puppy to me and one of my good friends. 


We lost touch over the years and reconnected when I moved from Virginia to Maryland. At first I lived in Baltimore and the day after we talked on the phone, the we made plans to hang out. The first night that we got together we had sex. This was to me at the time an old friend of mine who at one time we were not able to entertain any kind of physical relationship. However now, we were both single and we could do what we thought that we always wanted to do.


The sex was amazing. And sex that waited over 20 was even better. I thought that we were soul mates and that he was my destiny. We were both unemployed at the time so we spent every day together. I loved waking up to him and he got along with my young daughter. When we were together all we did was get high and drunk and eat and have sex, but that was enough for me. I had been single for about 4 years at this point and I welcomed the affection and stability that he brought to my life.


His first signs of abuse came out of no where. He had dropped me off at my doctor's appointment and on my way to the passenger's side of the car he bumped me with the car. Everyone around us gasped and looked in horror but he kept a smile on his face and said that he was just playing with me that we would never hit me for real. I had no idea what was in store.

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