This story, and others like it, for that matter, is a hard one for me to tell. Namely because it involves divulging personal feelings surrounding people who've left a few scars emotionally, as I am the type of woman who has never wanted to give these types of people the time of day. However, in my healing process, I have found it necessary to call attention to these things in an effort to help women find (and keep) their own voice.
My first week of college, I was raped. For the longest time, I could not bring myself to say that I was raped. I started off by denying that it had ever happened to me. Yet when I finally did begin to accept that it had happened, I could only call it sexual assault. I denied myself the reality of what had happened in order to protect myself, but it only hurt me more.
Being a woman, I wouldn’t trade it for the world!
This is my story on suffering mental abuse in a relationship. I guess I will just start from the beginning. I met a guy in a time of my life where I felt I absolutely needed someone to be happy. I didn’t truly love myself or believe myself to be worthy, and jumped at any guy who came my way. This is when I started dating my first long-term boyfriend.
I LOVE female relationships. I love sleepover rituals of face masks & Love Island reruns, the unspoken solidarity of passing a tampon to a girl in a pub toilet.
Verb: Give permission for something to happen.
So how many times have you said to yourself that "this is the last time," only to find the cycle starting over again? How many times have you beaten yourself up because of mistakes that you made, because your heart was wired different and you cared about not caring? Does that make you stupid or an idiot—because, instead of calling or texting that ex, you rather suffer the moment of pain and flashes of memories, then end up right back at "I can't do this no more." Society has us think that because we choose to be upfront and call someone out on their buffoonery that we are bitter, hurt, and scorn. No, just fed up and tired of three, or four, or even 12 chances, when time after time, the red flags were there, yet we beloved in our heart say "this time is different."
Dating can be daunting. It forces us to look within ourselves, and expose our vulnerability to total strangers, in the hopes of building a long lasting connection for life, and the older you get the more you there is at stake, and your 20s are the most vital decade for ones’ love life; it is the foundation of your love life. Some would even say they are the years that lead you to the love of your life, and shape you in all aspects of life.
Hi there, it's Luna again. By my previous stories, you're maybe under the impression that I am girly and maybe even weak minded, or not. I can assure you that I'm nothing like that. I'm a proud strong woman who can defend myself and who I love.