5. I remember till this day the smells of cigars and mustiness as she sat on my face and fondled me.
“I was between 5-8 y.o.
I was molested by a 25+ y.o. woman. My parents were out of the country and no adults were around since it was in the countryside.
I remember till this day the smells of cigars and mustiness as she sat on my face and fondled me.
I felt like this was an achievement because ‘I wanted a girlfriend’ so I kept it quite from my parents.
This led to me being a sexual explorer at a very young age, both homosexual and hetero and was insatiable. Even with family I made 0 distinction.
When I finally got married it was to a woman that resembled her actually…Never really gave it much though until after the wedding.
I still haven’t told my parents, only my wife in fact. Figured at this point what’s the point.”
6. Started off with a kick to the balls. Ended up with me being choked and punched in front of our small child.
“We started dating when I was 16 or so, fast forward of years of me trying to break up with her and not being successful. Started off with a kick to the balls. Ended up with me being choked and punched in front of our small child. I have been pretty broken since.
Telling a person that you want to leave and them punching themselves and scratching their arms and face. Forcing you to calm them down, because you are afraid they are going to blame it on you or kill their self. Watching as my son thinks it is okay because daddy was bad and he deserved it. Having bruises and scratches while going to work. No one ever takes it seriously if you are a man. It is always “you deserve it” but no one ever does.”
7. I was 4 or 5 and my babysitter sexually assaulted me.
“I was 4 or 5 and my babysitter sexually assaulted me. I didn’t even really realize what happened until years later…. I saw a therapist and talked through it, I still do. But oddly enough, it doesn’t really affect and my relationship with my wife/other women I dated in the past. I think it mainly makes me want to protect my future kids. Still messed up on her part regardless.”
8. The next thing I knew she grabbed my hand and forced it down her pants and at the same time forced her way down mine.
“I was still a virgin until it happened. I was 23 and had gotten drunk with my roommate and his girlfriend and his coworker. I had enough and decided to go to sleep. I woke up to his coworker in my room asking if she could lay down with me because the couch was uncomfortable. I was still pretty drunk and also so shy an uncomfortable that I just kind of agreed. The next thing I knew she grabbed my hand and forced it down her pants and at the same time forced her way down mine. She was 7 years older than me at the time and I was intimidated and just plain freaked out since I’d never even gone that far with anyone. After a minute or two of that she started mounting me and I didn’t know what to do so I went along with it. I felt really weird about it for the net few days. I went along with it out of fear and also fear that it might never happen again. Haven’t even kissed a girl since. I’m 31 now.”
9. The last night my ex-wife (19) and I (22) were together she beat the living shit out of me.
“The last night my ex-wife (19) and I (22) were together she beat the living shit out of me.
It started as a normal night out with some friends, family get together stuff. We had our infant son with u, and I let her cut loose and drink. Problem was she had no limits, so pretty quickly she was just drunk. The arguing started in the car on the way back to our apartment, at one point in time she grabbed my cell phone, and threw it out of the car at 70mph(Nokia, she didn’t even scratch that thing)
When we got home, I figured she would go sleep it off, but it just escalated. Yelling and screaming, he throwing things at me, shoving and hitting me. Finally I grabbed the house phone to call the cops. That ended up ripped from my hands, thrown at my head, and the beating began. Now I’m not little, 6’3 & 205 pounds, and she’s 5’9 & 135 lbs. Because 911 had been dialed, they responded, me trying to get out of the house, pinned against the door, bloody lip, black eye. Her with bloody fists. Thankfully my son slept through the entire thing.
It ended with me getting a ride to the hospital, I had a fractured orbital bone, she had a boxers fracture, then jail. I was charged with holding her hostage, aggravated family assault, and interference with an emergency phone call. All on her story to the cops….”
10. Emotional, mental, financial, physical abuse.
“Met a girl in college, smart, sexy, funny, everything I ever dreamed of. My friends were envious of my successful relationship with this bombshell, to the point of telling me such. Misplaced, all of it. She drops out of college, having only attended the film course she paid for a handful of times. She wants to move home, a little town in the middle of nowhere, about four hours drive from the city. Asking me to leave the city and everything I’d been working for.
Like an idiot, I drop everything. She had some issues, so I figured starting a new life around her family was something we should do. I leave my job, apartment, friends and family, and move. Wasn’t even two days before the abuse started. Being 300km from any support network I had was brutal, I had nowhere to go, and nobody to turn to, and she knew it. Basically hell on earth for the 8 months it took me to leave. Emotional, mental, financial, physical abuse. I got a job the second day there, didn’t see any money I made for 7 months. Constantly berated, told I was worth nothing, a stupid fuck that can just “walk home” if I didn’t like it. It was winter, and a particularly brutal one. -60 C with that arctic front coming down. Soon the beatings started, getting punched in the face, clawed and screamed at, transitioning to defending myself from the knives she would attack me with.
Beaten and broken, I packed a small bag of clothing and supplies after yet another fight where I narrowly avoided getting stabbed, walked into work and quit, asked my boss to use her computer for Facebook, contacted a friend who was generous enough to drop his evening plans and drive 8 hours to come get me and return me home.
It’s been…a year and a half? I dunno. I escape reality a lot through the shitty video games I have access to and the booze my city friends freely feed me. Been trying to pull myself together, make something of myself, but honestly there isn’t a day that goes by where my mind doesn’t wander to her… What could have been? Would I have been able to pull something out of the ruins of that relationship, or would I have just hung myself in the middle of nowhere, where nobody would have cared? I think it would have been the latter, so I suppose being a washed-up drunk is slightly better than dead.”