Personal Narrative: Abusive Relationships

His name was Jermaine Harris. I first met him at my cousin house and we started conversating then we realized we both go to the same school. He was a grade higher than me. Jermaine was light-skin, tall and had nice hair. Our schedules were different so I would leave my fifth period class to go down to the lunchroom to see him. We would only text, that was my only crush. Last time I saw Jermaine was in May at Shaw prom line-up. Periods at school were absolutely the worst. It was like the boys in my class knew when any one of us girls were on our monthly cycle. They would make fun of us, that would really annoy me. When it was my time I would try to keep my attitude from being real like nasty towards other. I kept a happy constant mood until I got home. People think I’m mean. People see me as a quiet person, but I am the most funniest, coolest person somebody could meet. For seventh and eighth grade the same people were in my class, and we became a family. Everybody in that class had a bond and we felt it couldn’t be broken. That couldn't be more true even though I transferred I still talk to everybody I had class with. Good to see everybody still in school, this our last year Some of us has jobs now, other playing sports one person is now pregnant but she still in school. Having these people as friends made middle school as great

He asked, “Who was that guy I saw you talking to in the hallway this morning?” “Oh that’s just my neighbor Ashton, he was walking me to my first period,” I explained. Then out of nowhere I felt a sting across my face. He said, “Ashton isn’t your boyfriend Leah.” That was the first time, the powder keg, the genesis of the abuse. He hit me for small things. Not wearing the right shoes, not answering his texts immediately, and not loving him enough. Luke was my everything, but I couldn’t save him from the one thing he hated the most, himself.

I’m sure you remember who your first boyfriend (or girlfriend) was. Probably small details too, like how long you liked them before you started dating, where you first met, or any number of what now may seem like unimportant details; although they were the most important things when you were in that place and time. Well, as I write this, I’m in the middle of my first relationship, and I remember all of those details, and cherish them.

There are many things I wouldn’t put past my estranged mother: she’s trolled me in the comment section of my online articles, publicly disowned me and my sister on Facebook more than once, and put me in very serious legal trouble. But I never thought I would see her openly defending a man who bragged about “grabbing pussy”, nor did I think I’d see her outright mock victims of alleged sexual assault, especially because she is a survivor of sexual abuse and assault.

Throughout our lives, every person encounters hardships that put a strain on other aspects of our lives. The biggest hardship that I have faced was taking care of my wife after she suffered a severe head injury while at work. The injury was the result of a salad fridge door falling and striking the back of her head, causing her to receive a severe concussion that lead to post-concussion syndrome. As a result, she became completely dependent on me. Some of the major hardships that we faced during these times are finances, helping her cope with her injury while she recovered, and maintaining my 4.0 GPA.

I spent nearly five years getting rid of the shadows that I have experienced sexual assault. This incident occurred in the winter when I was a five-grade student in primary school. However, until now, I still remember it.

that we're conditioned to not ask questions and have been marginalized into this as our only source of news .

I was abused from the age of three till I was twelve and removed from the home. The reason that I am adding this in this story is to explain a few things. One, I had difficulties trusting in people. Throughout my life I realized that people will fail you in many ways. Secondly, most survivors of child abuse can go through life without realizing that they suffer from after effects such as PTSD, and sever depression. Also, I came from poverty, so I know what it feels like to be stereotyped, and not fit in with what society deems “normal”. It was this little bundle of fur that showed me how to smile and laugh without fear of consequences. I rediscovered the gift of happiness and love. The loss of my best friend inspired me to share his story, and similar stories. He was the poster child for the bully

It was my brother at his MUHS graduation, and it sparked me to look at other photos from Marquette High. I saw pictures from senior shared life, sporting events and other graduations. I started to cry, these were things that I wanted to experience, I wanted to be part of the community that existed in these photos. Still, I was not looking forward to my junior year, my grades were bad, I had no friends and I had no interests. However this all changed in my sixth period American Hero class. I had heard stories of Mr. Kearney and was eager to be in his class. When I sat down, I randomly picked a spot in the class but was soon accompanied by kid with ungroomed blonde hair. Roll call ensued and I quickly figured out this kid was Dan Drees, a person I had heard of but never spoken to. We continued to sit by each other throughout the semester, but only made small conversation. Next semester Dan and I shared another class and free period and this is where our friendship truly developed. I began to sit next to Dan and his friends at lunch and they welcomed me with open

A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend before an nfl game tbh, when my roommate Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.Joseph had gotten a big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend .Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note.

An interesting event occurred early Saturday morning near the town square in Pittman County. A tractor tire exploded and blew a man onto the top of a Standard Oil sign. The man’s name will be kept anonymous to protect his identity, and we are happy to report that the man is alive, although he attained some injuries, and it is possible that he will have permanent damage to his hearing.

Abuse in today’s society can be broken down into numerous sections and types, those in which, people around the world experience it. Such forms include, but are not limited to, drug abuse, discrimination, physical and verbal abuse, and sexual abuse. Many of the aforementioned changes people’s outlook on life; however, personally, I have observed my friend’s sexual abuse, changing my view of perfect families. When all's said and done, individuals can only move forward in life, trusting that there will be a better day even after relationships have been torn apart.

When I opened my eyes I saw ten plus people with agonised faces like the one from that famous painting “The Scream” - by Edvard Munch, staring at me, and slowly moving from one side to another. For a second I thought that I was just having a nightmare so I decided to take a deep breath, but the second after my thought ended I was penetrated by a sharp, unbearable under any circumstances pain, coming from the very top of my spine feeling like I had a large needle inserted into my upper vertebra. It felt like like every single muscle in my body contracted so hard that they ripped my limbs in pieces, and soon I was not able to move at all. All of this lasted for about 5 to 7 seconds my mom told me later on. I have

You wouldn’t know it just by looking at me, but I spent years of my life being abused by the father of my children. We married at the tender age of 15, while I was pregnant with our first child. At the time, I imagined us having a wonderful life together while raising a passel of kids. Instead, he physically and emotionally me and my children. Although I left him several times in the next few years before finally leaving in 2011, I was still often held hostage by his mind games, physical violence, and drama until the summer of 2016.

He would have his fair share with other girls and would degrade me. The name calling then turned into screaming arguments, leaving me in tears. If I did not do what he wanted, he would make sure to make my life a living hell. I began to lose many great friendships because I was not allowed to hangout with anyone. He would keep tabs on me all of the time. I was not allowed to drink alcohol, go to parties, hangout with my family, or have any guy friends.