ೃ⁀➷ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜ ¬ ᴇɴɢ ᴠᴇʀ

- F O U R -

I will now recount some nice memories we managed to create, which help me keep going for now and make me think that he is, or was, not all bad.

One time we went to the movies, in our first few months, I picked a horror movie, we bought snacks and candy, waited until it was time and went into our theater, but I didn't know he was afraid of ghosts. I just noticed as we were walking in and, to promote the movie, there were people dressed up in black and white cloths, so while I was laughing at the fake spirits, Chris was glued to me, almost with his eyes closed. Who knew?
That day, for the entire hour and a half of the film, he was cuddled up to me, squinting at the screen and eating next to nothing. When he dropped me off at home, I teased him all the way home, making him laugh as he embarrassed himself. I think I annoyed him with that for almost two weeks.

Some time later, we went to an amusement park at his request, but I'm afraid of heights, so it wasn't much fun for Chris. In the end, we just ate, walked around, and rode the rides that didn't go so high.

And, one of my favorite moments was when we went on vacation to a hot spring resort just outside of town. The scenery on the road, the view from the residence, the nature, the animals that were also there, it was all very relaxing. It was one of the few times that we had traveled to quiet places. That time we really enjoyed everything that came our way and those warm waters completely refreshed us. We took a lot of pictures too and even attended a party that was organized in the place, we met a lot of friendly people.

However, the last time we went out to have fun, it was to a party that someone from his family had organized. It was like a bachelor party, since it was Chris's cousin, Minho, who was getting married a few days later. Unfortunately, we couldn't go to the event.

That's how, as time went on, things got worse. He started to be overbearing and talk down to me if I tried to go out, even more so if I told him I wanted to know about my parents, as if I was the worst thing in the world. I would love to know at what point everything changed so drastically and how I lost my own life and freedom. Still, I was grateful that he never hit me, but his words hurt worse than a thousand blows.

The almost exact timing of when he started locking me up was a little before our 31st month together. If I put it in date order, it would be something like this:

Almost 5 years ago we met, 4 months later we were dating.
For at least 2 years things went great.
However, 2 months later, things changed.
After 5 more months, I couldn't go out on my own.
By the time he was 3 years old, he was an object.
It's been 4 more months and I have no freedom.

Sounds unbelievable, doesn't it, but hey, that's what happened.

From now on I will tell you my day by day.