Every girl fears her first relationship. I was no exception.
My parents were always the parents you want. Loving to each other and to you. They taught me what real love was. It was because of this that I swore off dating. I vowed that until I was sixteen I would not date because I want what's real, and how real can a fifth-grade relationship really be.
Then I turned sixteen and I opened myself up to the dating world.
And then he came. He was perfect. He was kind and he really cared about me. He asked me out, I said yes.
Month one:
Everything was like a dream. He was being the perfect boyfriend. He knew that he was my first relationship and he was willing to do whatever it took to make me comfortable. He listened to everything I had to say, and …show more content…
"Oh my god I'm so sorry."
"I didn't know!"
"Please forgive me."
"I didn't mean to upset you."
Texts like this became routine for me. Apologies flowed out of me like water flowing through a stream. It didn't matter, it was all my fault.
Month three:
My friends started to catch on. I didn't. I started to make excuses.
"He didn't mean to yell."
"He's going through a lot right now."
"It was my fault."
"I deserved it."
He stopped caring at this point. I couldn't.
Month four:
That's when they started. The pushes, the punching, the bruises.
"Oh, this bruise? It is from soccer"
"It is from color guard"
Everyone could see it. But I couldn't. I didn't believe that my boyfriend would do that to me.
Maybe I'm just inexperienced with dating. I convinced myself that's how a relationship works.
Month five:
He stopped following the boundaries we set during month one. He was getting fed up with taking it slow. I belonged to him and he wanted what was his. I refused. More bruises came. Everything was my fault. I was blinded to it, but everyone around me knew.
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