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JADE’S STORY

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I had gone off to college and a few nights after I got there, this wonderful woman (so I thought) walked into my life. I had never been in a relationship with a woman before. The first few months were wonderful. It was all that I had imagined and more.

I had fallen for this woman, and I had fallen bad.

Then slowly, before I could even realize what was going on, it went bad. It started with words. These words were followed by apologies. Soon came the fists – she would hit me in my body, not my face and these were followed by apologies.

The “I’m sorries” stopped coming for the angry and mean words. It kept getting worse and worse; I got bloody noses, had my clothing cut off of me, knives and scissors held at my throat.

She would even “watch” me or have others watch me when I was in my classes to make sure I wasn’t talking to anyone.

She threatened to have her family come and ‘shoot up’ my parents house.

How I coped

I basically stopped talking to everyone that I cared about, because she was so jealous. I cried all the time when she was in classes, but she didn’t go very often. I tried to please her, because I loved her, but everything I did seemed to be wrong. I could do exactly what she said, word for word, but it was always wrong.

How the situation changed

My mother came up to visit me. I finally told her that I was scared and couldn’t stay there any longer. We made plans to leave the next day. So, when she left for work the next day, my mother and I packed everything we could and left what we couldn’t fit. I was so scared the whole time, I was jumpy and just knew she would come back early and I didn’t know what would happen.

What helped me to get stronger

My family and my friends have done so much for me. The whole time it was going on, I was afraid to tell anyone. I was ashamed, even though it wasn’t my fault. I am now seeing a counsellor and living my life day by day.

What I would say to someone who is being abused

I want others to know that you’re not alone! Talk to someone, be it family or friends, just talk to someone, they will listen. You may wonder what they will say, or even if they will believe you. Trust in them, I know trusting is hard right now, but you have to.

YOUR LIFE IS WORTH LIVING! No one should have to go what you’re going through right now.

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