I had
a relationship very similar to yours when I was in my late teens. Four years. He nearly killed me when he threw me down the stairs once, causing a miscarriage.
My parents were of no help, sadly - and neither were his. My mum said "It's only rape when it's someone you don't know." FFS.
They ignored the bruises and the screaming from upstairs as they watched tv.

Many years later - now - I am with a great guy and I rarely think of it these days. You don't get over it, as such, imo - but you one day can look back on it and think, "I survived and here I still am, stronger, and never will I let someone do that to me ever again." And that's a good outcome.
Good luck leaving all that shit behind, and looking to your future.
(womanwhocanonlylivewithdogs, Mon 18 May 2009, 16:52, Reply)