I guess my story starts with the men in my life. My father was a good father but left when I was in my teens. The first boy I ever really loved passed away. The next boyfriend I had I was so vunerable and he beat the crap out of me all the time and told me I was worthless. I waited it out until he left me for my best friend. Then I married a man that I was just settling for. He was an alcoholic and I just didn't love him. I only stayed with him because I knew he would never leave me. I finally did get the courage to break free of him and try to be really happy. That's where my current story comes into play. I met a man, older than me, who made my knees weak and made me feel 15 again. He actually still does. He is not controlling at all, he supports me going to school, having friends and spending alone time with my family. I have alot of independence with him. He is my best friend. We do all kinds of things together. We run and camp and laugh alot. But about a year ago, he started telling me I was stupid. I really hated that since my abusive ex boyfriend used to make me feel so stupid and worthless. I talked to him about it and it stopped. But more recently he started calling me a bitch and the other day he broke out the C word. He has used it 3 times since then. He got really mad at me last weekend and kind of tapped me in the back of the head and told me he hated me. Today he hit our dog with a stick and when I tried to stop him, he hit me with the stick. I am too embarrassed to tell anyone. I feel so angry and cheated. I thought lightening couldn't strike twice in the same place. For years with him I was in the "beginning phase", with the butterflies and always smiling. I thought it was too good to be true, not just for a couple months, but years that I was ridiculously happy. What is happening? Can I stop it? Please help. I have no one to talk to.
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