My First Love

My First Love

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WARNING: This story may be very triggering for some. I want to raise awareness on depression and abuse, so I will not be holding back on these topics. If you are sensitive to depression, suicide, self-harm, abuse, etc. do NOT read this story. We all know not all high school love affairs lost forever. We all know that they normally aren't serious, but there's something else everyone should know. It's not uncommon for high schoolers to be abusive towards their boyfriend or girlfriend. I've heard many stories about this and here is mine. I was in an abusive relationship from beginning of freshman year to the end of Sophomore year. This boy was my first love and he hurt me in every way imaginable. I will be writing this as if it were a novel. If you or someone you know may be in an abusive relationship you may learn a lot from my story. If you want advice so you never end up in an abusive relationship I highly recommend you read this. Thank you for taking an interest in my story.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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