When my friends used to tell me to leave my relationship whilst I still can, I never listened. They would tell me I was in an abusive relationship and it was dangerous, but how could it be when he had never hit me? How could it be when he had never threatened to punch me or tried to strangle me?
I understand now. It has been just under three years since we broke up, and I can finally admit I was in a abusive relationship. Everybody else could see it; apart from me. Because Love isblind.
When we first got together, things were great. I fell for him straight away and it was the first time I could honestly say that I only have eyes for him. Things were going smoothly, yet whenever we came to any kind of obstacle that affected our relationship, it was always my fault. Continue reading →
Staring at myself in the mirror, I feel confused. Who am I?
I see a pretty, confident girl with a sweet smile brightening up her face. Her eyes are sparkling as if happiness is all around… As if life was perfect. Her long, brunette hair hung down the side of her face and down her back. She stood confidently admiring her posture and figure in the mirror, smiling with glee at the beautiful sight in front of her.
I closed my eyes… and re-opened them.
She was gone. That sweet smile that still grinned back at me looked fake and the sparkling eyes were not those of happiness, but those of fear.. of tears. Her long hair still hung around her face, but this time it was clear that she was trying to hide behind her brunette locks. Scanning myself up and down in the mirror, I saw a scared, vulnerable girl who was confused about who she was.
“You need to be like this.. you need to be like that..”, the words of the past haunted her. Who were they to tell me how to live my life? So what if I don’t look how I should. What happened to accepting people for who they truly are, rather than trying to turn them into someone they should be.. someone who they aren’t?