When I was 15 my boyfriend use to abuse me. He had pull me by the hairs and grave me really hard. He use to think I was cheating on him. He did not like me talking to other boys. One day when I was working someone had sent me flowers. When I was going home my boyfriend was there. I had told him "thanks for the flowers" he said "i did not send you any flowers". He had threw them on the floor and graved me and put me in the car. I had left him because I was tired of him abusing me. I had overdosed my self luckly i had survived. My brothers went to his job and they wanted to fight him. Me and my family said no do not fight him. When we broke up he kept trying to make me go back with him and I did. When we got back together he treated me better after a while. I was pregnant again only this time he had kicked my stomach.
