i sat there on the floor crying to myself. but i didn't know why was it because he made me get an abortion, that he hits me, or is it both?
my name is Tabitha, i'm from Oakland, California. i've known my boyfriend Darius since we we're 18. we were bestfriends since then, and became lovers.
we met our senior year in highschool, but Darius changed so much over the ten years we've known each other that i feel like i don't even know him anymore.
my mom disapproved of him from the moment they met, but i still kept seeing him. i thought my mother just didn't understand.
but like most mothers she was right. i cried for about another half hour, but got up because i know Darius would be getting home from work at 5:45, and it was 5:15.
he is a lawyer and i am a teacher. we didn't go to the same college but we ended up doing the long distance relationship thing, and you know how that goes.
i started on dinner because i knew he would be hungry, i was myself to be honest. as i was stirring the spaghetti, i heard his car pull up in the driveway. when he came in, he didn't even greet me, he sat right at the dinner table. i sighed and made our plates. i gave him his plate, and sat down across from him.
"hey baby" i said, but he didn't reply he just looked at me. i rolled my eyes and ate a piece of my garlic bread.
when i got done cleaning up i got ready for bed. i was always an early bloomer, so i try to go to bed early, even on weekends. he was in the shower, when i came in the room. i sat down on the bed for about 3 minutes before he came out, and layed down facing away from me.
i sighed.
"you don't have treat me like this Darius, talk to me", he turned around and looked at me with a grin.
"i'm sorry Tab, gimme a kiss." i hesitated but got on his lap and kissed him passionately, but softly. he started to grab on my clothes, and i was kinda resisting because i didn't want to have unprotected sex if he wouldn't want the baby.
"do you have a condom?" "no babe, we don't need one" he said, reaching up my shirt.
"but if i get pregnant, im keeping my baby Darius, i won't be aborting babies cause you don't want them".
then i felt a slap against my face, i looked at him shocked and teary eyed. then he grabbed me by my neck and stared at me coldy, "when i want a baby we'll have a fucking baby".
"Darius stop! please!" he then looked at me for a second and pushed me to my side of the bed. i cried myself to sleep, only to wake up to him laying over me.
i rolled my eyes, pushed him off of me, and got up to take my morning shower. it was Sunday and every Sunday i visit my mother. when i got out, I reached for my toothbrush on the sink, I looked in the mirror and noticed nail marks on my neck. i sighed loudly most likely waking up Darius, because i heard him shifting on the bed in the next room. i quickly but quietly locked the door.
when i finished my hygiene, i opened the door finding him standing on the other side. he had the exact same beautiful smirk he always has when he does something wrong. im honestly not falling for it this time. i walked passed him to the edge of the bed.
"Darius you've gotta stop hitting me, its hurting me physically and mentally, and people are going to start noticing." i said looking him straight in the eye.
"i'm sorry Tab, i don't wanna hurt you, but you gotta stop provoking me." i looked at him like he spoke spanish.
"how am i provoking you!? you don't even greet me let alone acknowledge me."
i was now growing angry, and i could tell he noticed. "i'm sorry baby come here." he walked up to me and grabbed my little waist. Darius is way taller than me. i'm like 5'5, he's 6'0. he leaned down and kissed me with his soft lips. the same ones that hurt me.
when will i say that its enough?
Tabitha in the multimedia
