She has somebody, but that somebody is nobody.
So she needs somebody that will kiss the ground she walk on and worships her for just being in her presence.
The nobody she has now, tries to down play her worth, her value. What type of woman will she...
It's been 2 years every since I've been in this relationship, I was 18 when I met him. It's 2:57 in the morning, I haven't slept at all and I'm hungry. Mir is my abusive boyfriend, he's 26. Suddenly someone barged into my room and you've guessed it, it was him. He grabbed me by my hair and punch me, I blocked the hits with my arm an- "Where the fuck is my phone, key?!" He asked, screaming at me.
I started crying and telling him I don't have his phone, "Bullshit!, if I comeback and find out that you had my phone, you'll never want to go outside. Do you understand me?" I shook my head yes. He slapped me and I spit up blood, "Words bitch!", "yes, I understand" I cried out. My bed room floor creaked as he stomps across the room, heading towards the door, flinching as he start to slam it shut. I cry softly to myself wondering how did he turn out like this. Luckily it hasn't been bad as it use to be. flashback 💔
He tied me to the chair in the basement, I'm screaming at him to stop but he just keeps going. He carves his name (Amir) with a knife, because he says I should've never worn the dress out to our date, he also said I wanted attention from other dudes.
The Dress😍:
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He made me so insecure by calling me fat and overweight, which I was/am overweight but before I met him, I was so in love with everything about my self, which I still am, I just hate how much he speak negativity over me.... At me. I'm very spiritual but I don't do voodoo or anything like that, i've always wanted to learn though, hoodoo i do. I cried and cried until I couldn't any more. He sold me to six guys for 2,000. The pain hurted so much, I couldn't take it anymore so I passed out, hoping I died. I woke up sore, bruised up, and I started throwing up everywhere because I felt so dirty and disgusted with myself and I got beat just for that.
Since I had to find a new job because I had got fired and I had no choice but to work fast food. Which he tries to take my money everytime I get paid, which I tricked him into thinking I get paid every month but really every 2 weeks. Which I get paid $16.33 because I am a beginner.
I only went to college for a year, so If I go back I will have to do 3 more years, if I could continue. I don't think I can live any longer, I'm scared and tired of this bullshit. I can't never get enough. I tried leaving once but it just made the situation worse. He found me, hurted me, told people I was sick and it was a year and he told them I had monkey pox. So when I started going out people looked at me weird because I didn't have any patches on my skin, so he told them I used cream the doctor prescribed to me.
