My Story of Personal Abuse at the Hands of a Boyfriend

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My story of personal abuse at the hands of a boyfriend Most women never give a thought that they would ever be in a situation where their boyfriend/husband or yes even girlfriends would abuse them. I was one of those women. I knew of close girlfriends that were in those types’ of nasty relationships. I was the one to give them a shoulder to cry on, even advise them to end the relationships. Some stayed, and some left. I even remembered saying to myself I would never be caught in such relationship with a man. But boy was I wrong! My life should never get that close to abuse at the hands of a man. I was 21 years old with two small children when I met him. His name is J.P and he was 24 years old when we got together; he was one of the good guys from a Sri Lankan background. He was 6’0 ft tall and very sexy. He still lived with his parents, had a nice car and a good job as a security guard. My thoughts of him were this dude had everything going for him he would never do anything stupid. Our relationship would last until him or his parents decided it was time for him to marry a decent Sri Lankan girl. Anyways they would never have approved of me and that didn’t bother me since they never knew about me. So everything was perfect. I should have seen the signs right from the beginning maybe I did but I didn’t want to believe it. He always appeared harmless with his play fighting with me. At the time I wrote it off as he was just showing off his techniques that he learned as a security officer. I thought him and I had a straight forward relationship that when the time came for us to part ways we would do so as friends with no hard feelings. Fast forward to 2009! I was 26 years old and very happy with my life and how things were going. I was still seeing the same guy for the last six years of my life and things were alright. But a couple months before that day I noticed

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