To make my story short...here is a review of what had happened in my life just last year. When I was 21 years old, I encountered a crucial lesson. I dated a single-father named James who verbally and physically abused me for over a year and a half. The first time I started dating James, he seemed calm and charming in public. He always appeared to be a very devoted and caring boyfriend. Until one day, his true colors emerged as a possessive and manipulative person. He was so jealous of all the goals I wanted to accomplish in life so he did any possible way to block me to my destination.James practically knew I have a passion for children. Since he has a child, he automatically assumed that the relationship was steady, and introduced me to Julius as his mother. Though Julius and I had a close bond, it didnt stop James from taking advantage of me. He registered Julius at my daycare so that after work I can baby sit him while James was attending night school at the junior college. Even though I was a full-time college student, I loved Julius so much that I treated him like he was my own son. As the months went by, my weight started to decrease because of the high levels of stress in schoolwork and taking care of a young child. James also became extremely controlling of my whereabouts. He did his best to keep track of me at all times by constantly calling my cell phone and at work. James even isolated me from friends and family. He brainwashed my mind by telling me that nobody else in the world would love me as much as him. So he asked me to marry him, and I gladly accepted his proposal. My family was so disgusted by my immature immature actions that they somewhat disowned me.Before long, I moved in an apartment with him. Originally, James have asked me to partially pay the rent. As the weeks went by, he changed his mind and gave me the duty of paying the full amount of the rent. I basically became his slave, therefore, I had to be a mother, earn money for a living, and manage a tidy home. James became so abusive that he had a Jekyll and Hyde personality because he switches from being violent and apologetic. If things arent going his way, he physically throws me out of the apartment for hours. He went even as far as calling the police to intimidate me. Depression took over my body like a speed of lightning because I had no contact with my family or friends for over three months. The only faith holding me together was my Christianity. I prayed day and night that the Lord would give me strength to leave the brutal relationship. My miracle came true on a hot, July afternoon. I walked out of the relationship with a domestic violence protection order. Finally, I was happily reunited with my family. When I arrived home, I was so unhealthy that my weight had dropped to 99lbs. My main concern was putting the pieces of my life back together. Luckily, my lawyer didnt charge the legal services he provided because my boss gave a good reference about me. A six-month restraining order was granted to me, and a few months later, a permanent restraining order was extended. Losing James was the best thing thats ever happened to me. I became a family-oriented person and I got more in touch with my faith. I also became more apprehensive of trusting men so I learned to be more aware of personality traits of abusive men. But most of all, I am thankful I can live a life without fear.
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