"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.