Been reading your blog since you started last year. Recently you had a story about Oralord(love that name for him) and his beating, eating habits. Well my story is about abuse. I was in an abusive relationship for 7 years. And yes it seems long and people are going to say they wouldn’t be caught dead in a situation like that (particularly Nata – whom I love) but Met it is very easy to diagnose a situation that you are not apart of. When you are in it you are clouded by emotions. I really don’t know why I stayed but I can say what a lot of people don’t understand about abusive guys are 1) they are overly giving and extra sweet. Like I can say with surety that my Ex (yeah I broke up with him) was the best and the worse guy I’ve ever been with. Back to reasons why I stayed 2) he was from a great family (you would say uptown) and me being from the ghetto and not having my mother around since I was 3 yrs old loved the fact that I was apart of a loving family. 3) It was very obvious to people that he was crazy about me and my friends and co-workers would envy me because of our relationship.4) He was madd good looking tall, brown and with perfect bow legs and of course the all important size 8 penis (lol). You see bloggers when he wasn’t beating, kicking or slapping me he was the gentlest soul to ever walk the face of the earth. And the last reason was I was ashamed you see here I was in a relationship that was the envy of most and even with a guy that cared for me so much I still could not make it work and people would see it for the sham it was. He use to tell me that I deserved it and it was all I could relate to and deep down I knew that was not thru cuz my Dad that raised me never hit me but at the time his words were gospel. We worked together and it started off with me being instantly infatuated with him and him telling me he didn’t want a relationship at this time. But you know us always trying to change/convert guys. So needless to say I started sleeping with him anyways, during this time he was also sleeping with other females. That continued for about 9 mths then he told me he met a woman and he was moving to Germany with her, packed his bags and left (oh did I tell you we lived together). I bawled my eyes out for two weeks straight then he just turned up 2 weeks later began to tell me he made a mistake and that it took that for him to realize he loves me and can’t live without me. So our relationship began. For the first year it was purrrrfect, best guy, best relationship ever. Then the first argument came when he came home from work fuming that he and friends were crossing the road after football practice and a truck passed with a guy on the back who yelled out “hey bwoy mi a fuk yu gal”. And he was 100% sure the guy was talking to him. I could not believe that foolishness but that was his excuse for beating me to a pulp that first time. After it was over he left for an hour came back very contrite saying he was “very sorry, it’s not going to happen again and he would do anything to make it up to me.” Of course in the back of my mind I thought yes this is going to happen again and decided I would just not fuck up so I wouldn’t get fucked up. For reference I never cheated on him up to this point never even thought about it cuz I was getting all I needed from him. But in my wildest imagination I did not consider the reality which was that he was crazy……..
*Thanks again for your story*