"Fall of 1990
I  met the man of my dreams.  Or so I  thought.  He started  out sweet and  kind.  Don't they all?  He was older  than I.  I was just  a junior in  high school and he had graduated the  year  before.
Things  were fine for a few months.  We  dated like everyone  else.  I honestly  don't remember the exact day or  even why he hit me  the first time.  I do  remember  being hit in the  eye.  And panicking   on how I would hide it from my mother later  on.  From then on it was a   regular occurrence and he learnt how to hit  me and hurt me where no  one  would see the evidence. 
I   remember being frightened to leave.  When I would tell  him I was   leaving him, breaking up with him, he would hit me more.   When I finally   got used to being hit I started to fight back.  That  is when he  started  with the threats that if I were to tell anyone  about his abuse  or if I  were to leave him he would hurt my family."
Read more of Christa G.'s story on the Personal Stories page. 
 
