#WhyILeft
You asked me what took me so long to leave him. I'm not sure what to say, except for that I felt trapped. Because of the constant arguments, it always had to be his way. Because of the way he spoke to me when I wanted to see my friends, "but we need to spend time together" as if I hadn't seen him yesterday and the day before. How easily he got mad at me on my birthday because I commented on my friends instagram post, but not his facebook post. The fit he threw, saying he no longer wanted to continue with the date we planned that day. My tear stained face could only look down as my parents told me "happy birthday" over dinner. Because of the way he would get angry if I was sad, constantly making my feelings seem as if they were invalid. The way he felt as if every guy I was friends with 'wanted to be with me' and how he constantly asked if I was cheating on him. Tell me, how did I ever give you the idea I would do that? Because of how little he cared about blocking the girl who would "break us up." How he took inappropriate photos of me without my consent. Because I felt that I had to make my friends block him from their snapchat story, knowing he would be angry that I was with them. Because of how easily he stopped caring a few months in. Taking me out was "too expensive" and he "didn't have the time." Because, when I broke up with him, he blocked me in a corner and tried to pressure me into sex, despite my constant "no's" and pushing. Because I knew it was time to end it when being with him felt more like a chore than a privilege.
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