I grew up in a household where violence was never an issue.
We never discussed it beyond the general basics most children learn, no one is allowed to physically harm you, make sure you tell us if you are being bullied, and never bully or physically hurt anyone else.
If I wore something or did anything he did not like I was verbally abused, screamed at, and then he began to hit, choke, slap me and he even spat in my face a few times.
It got to the point that I felt I could no longer figure out what I did to set him off, I just knew that when he reached a certain point of anger there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Being choked became a regular occurrence, I knew in my gut I needed to end the relationship, I just had to figure out how to do that.
Over the last year of our 4 year relationship, I cannot begin to count the number of times I attempted to break up with him.
Gradually his behavior changed, he no longer spoke to me about his issues but instead became angry when I did things he did not approve of.
Around the age of 19 the violence got so bad I feared for my safety like I never had before.
The physical violence and his paranoia were escalating.
It no longer felt like he was concerned for me but that he hated me.
To him I was fat, ugly, I dressed like a whore, I was dumb, selfish and a bitch.