Time and time again I always wondered if things could get any worse than it already had. I always had hope that one day he would realise what a monster he was becoming and would get help.
Multiple times me and Stephen broke up, I stayed with my parents until I came crawling home like a lost puppy although I was the one that never should have apologised.
I could deal with the beatings although I should have never had to, but that pain compares nothing to the emotional torment I suffered at the hands of that monster. I have always been a bigger woman like I previously mentioned, Stephen was aware of this and seemed fine and happy with who I was. It wasn't only until the beatings started that my weight had become such a problem to him.
He would torment me with that if i didn't lose weight that he would have to leave me, that he wanted a normal looking girlfriend. Time and time again I would tell him I would change.
Things got worse, we had gone to McDonald's to get some lunch and I had ordered a meal plus a size and it wasn't until after he questioned why I had done it if I was so keen on losing weight. In my defence I bit back, with that he punched me straight in the face, and dragged me through the car by my hair. The pain was excruciating. It had felt like my face had become detached from my hair line. I was a broken woman, but I had become so use to his beatings and emotional torture I learned to take it. With that we went home and he told me we were going to the beach.
He never told me why we were going to the beach until we got there, he made me exercise on the beach, knowing that running and exercising on sand was great difficulty. I stayed there for an hour, tears streaming down my face, I had felt as if I didn't continue with his strict food and exercise plan I would never have been good and attractive enough for him.
Multiple times he would make me exercise, he would make me use the cycle bike outside the house until I physically couldn't do it anymore.
Although he knew I was exercising, he took strict supervision on what I ate and what I drank. It was a night mare, I was an 18 year old girl who should be clubbing and grabbing a kebab on the way home. There was a fat chance that would ever happen.
