by Kristin Lee

Created on: July 13, 2009

I never saw myself as that girl. Looking back it's hard to imagine that I let myself fall prey to such horror. I've always been strong, independent, social, but when he came into my life he slowly wore me down, stripping me of all semblance of the girl I once was. When we first met he was charming! A pilot, romantic, kind, hardworking, a little obsessive compulsive but I blew it off and chalked it up to his profession. He was like a spider luring me into his web, and like all unsuspecting prey I never saw it coming.

My first tip off should have been that he never wanted to meet my family or friends and whenever I did go to see them he would call me constantly and act needy and put off by my having a social life and close family. But I just chalked it up to being nervous. After all aren't most guys nervous to fall under the prying eyes of family and friends? But it didn't stop there. His behavior kept getting more erratic and eccentric as time went on.

Three weeks into our courtship he showed up at my door in the middle of the night with a nightstand and a few bags of things. I couldn't understand what he was doing there, or why the hell he was brining furniture into my apartment when he had his own place to live. Some how I was hoodwinked into believing that everything was OK. His rational was, "I need to have some of my things here if I am going to decide if you are the kind of girl I can marry." I remember a gut wrenching feeling in my stomach but I suppressed it because I was enamored with him. Clearly I had heard him wrong and this had just been a misunderstanding. Right?

A week later I went to bed early and left him in the living room watching television. I had said goodnight and been in bed, asleep for over an hour when he stormed into the room, turned on all the lights, ripped all the covers off of me and proceeded to have a conversation with me as if it was the most normal thing in the world. When I gained my wits and asked him what the hell he was doing he slapped me so hard across the face that I fell backwards and hit my head on the wall! It's classic, I know. I should have seen the signs and I should have got out then. But I didn't. No I stuck around for 6 more month before he knocked me up. Now before you think too poorly of me this was due to faulty contraception, not a lack of.

Faced with the biggest decision of my life I braced myself to tell him it was time for him to leave. When I finally did, at first he walk calm.

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