Oh how longs it's been since I wrote you. It's been literally years I have so much to tell you about but let's take it easy and work it slowly.
I met this girl. Her name doesn't matter. My first relationship pal. She wasn't cute or funny or even fun to be around, I'll admit. But I was starving for attention. We were together for a year. Through out she hurt me. Physically and mentally. Constantly blaming me for everything wrong with her. I was forced to give her all my money I had made. Do all the cleaning and anything else that she felt was needed. I wasn't aloud to have friends not a single one, not even my family. I was to scared to leave. Noone ever noticed the bruises so maybe it wasn't that bad I would tell myself. But as the time went it got worse and worse. The cops had to be called so I could actually get away. How pathetic of me? She still texts me to this day a year and some months from me leaving, asking me to come back.
