High school should be the time of your life but for me it was the opposite. My freshman year I got into my first serious relationship with a guy who was 2 years older than me. Dating an older guy made me feel popular and liked by the older students at my school but little did I know that dating someone older would also come with new experiences that I wasn’t ready for. I should have known that our relationship wasn’t what I wanted when he pressured me into losing my virginity. I told him I was not ready but he persuaded me into it; I cried all night that night.
Unfortunately, our relationship continued to go downhill from there. He started to become very controlling, telling me who I could/couldn’t talk to or hang out with. At the time I did not realize that this was an unhealthy relationship. As the years went by his behavior got worse. He started to get emotionally, mentally, and physically abusive. It took 6 years for me to realize that his behavior was not normal and that something needed to change. He put his hands on me one last time before I decided to leave. I would be lying if I said it was easy to leave. He was my first love, the one I lost my virginity to, but in the end he was the one who was slowly killing me.
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