Their family and friends never knew of his true colors.
Different kinds of abuse in a relationship is sadly very common. Many women [and men] suffer from physical, emotional, mental, and verbal abuse brought about by their partners. Sadly enough, many people choose NOT to leave their abusive partners because of a variety of reasons. Some people find comfort in their partners, some claim to be ‘in-love’ with their partners despite their abusive behavior, and some people have no one else to rely on.
But for this girl, being in an abusive relationship shouldn’t be called a relationship at all. According to her, she loved her boyfriend more than anything else—to the point that she left practically nothing for herself. Today, she sends an open letter on Facebook, to show the world what kind of person her ex truly was.
We started dating on my birthday, January 7, 2015. We started off okay. You looked so innocent then, someone who cannot commit any kind of sin. But a few months into our relationship, everything changed.
You were overly jealous, though I admit I had a lot of male friends before, and I enjoyed talking to other men. But when you came into my life, you told me to avoid other men, and I did. You were the only person I spent time with. When I was in Japan last year, we broke up. We were in an ‘on and off’ relationship and it was a bit messed up. But when I came back to the Philippines, I got back with you because I still loved you.
After getting back together, I thought everything was perfect because we became comfortable with each other. We were always together to the point that I almost didn’t go home and stayed at your house. I left all of my friends just to be with you. I lost practically everything.
We started fighting most of the time, to the point that you would physically hurt me because you thought I was having sex with other men. I was forced to admit to something I didn’t do because you [physically] hurt me so bad. You never believed me, so I had no choice but to get beaten by you and even hit by a hanger—you have done so many other things to me. There were numerous times when you hit me so hard that I had to go home with a black eye.
I’d tell my grandmother that I was simply picked on by other people and got hurt in the process. Nobody knew about the real you, all they know is that you were a good person. I sacrificed so much for you, but you didn’t care.
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