“When I woke up this morning, my phone was blowing up.
It was the most incredible thing, the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever been through.”
A month earlier, I’d made my decision to give up my job to be a freelancer and get a PhD in computer science, and I was ecstatic.
It meant I would be able to focus on my dream of studying in the U.S., where I’d have a lot more freedom.
But I was also overwhelmed.
I had been dating for three months.
We had a new baby, but I was in a really good place emotionally and mentally.
We were getting along perfectly, and things seemed to be going really well.
I’d planned to move to Seattle, but my boyfriend said we should wait to see what the city’s weather would be like.
I didn’t want to miss the baby shower, and there was a good chance we would both miss our friends and family.
The plan had been to spend the rest of the summer vacation there, but with the baby and the new relationship, I was a little worried about how my new partner would cope.
After getting my flight booked and arriving at my new apartment in mid-September, I began planning our trip.
I’d never gone through a phase of thinking, “Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” or “I want to see everything.”
It’s a completely different level of anxiety.
So I kept to myself and made my first sleepover plans.
I went into a room full of books, stuffed animals, stuffed dolls, and stuffed animals.
My bedroom was full of the stuff my mother had given me as a baby.
My apartment is a very large, very quiet, space-age space.
I don’t like to be surrounded by people, so I’ve never really spent time with friends.
I had a friend I’d met at the bar and a girlfriend I’d had for two years.
I wasn’t a person I could talk to.
I was so excited to be with my new boyfriend, but it felt like I was being dragged through a world of noise and distraction.
It wasn’t easy to navigate the noise, as it was a different person each time.
So the night before we got to the apartment, I got a little bit scared.
I was sleeping in my bed with my boyfriend, and he was in the shower.
I thought I was going to get stabbed by the shower curtain, but thankfully it was just a small wound.
I got up and went to the bathroom to get dressed, but then he went in and came out and grabbed me by the throat.
He said, “You know what?
You better get out of here.
You’re going to have a big fucking problem.”
My first instinct was to scream.
I’m not a loud person.
I couldn’t even imagine how someone could be so aggressive.
But when I realized what was happening, I tried to calm down.
I told him, “It’s okay, I’m fine.
I’ll be fine.
We’re not going to hurt you.”
He was just so calm and calm that he didn’t even realize I was yelling.
I tried my best to calm him down.
But it wasn’t enough.
We got into a full on argument, and then he hit me in the face with the shower head.
I think he was angry that I was crying, but that’s what it felt to him.
I felt like it was really bad.
It felt like he was trying to scare me into a fight.
We both got into an argument, which escalated, and when I finally did get out, I just couldn’t do it.
I just started sobbing uncontrollably, and my boyfriend came in and calmed me down and told me, “We’re not gonna hurt you.
We’ll just take a few steps back.”
I was very afraid to go back to my room because I thought, “This could happen again.”
But the next morning, when I got back into my room, it was still dark.
The next morning I woke him up and asked, “What’s wrong?”
He said that he had gone into the bathroom and I could see the shower was broken.
I said, “‘Are you okay?’
And he was like, ‘I’m okay, but…'”
I just didn’t know how to say it.
The words didn’t work.
So he said, ‘Well, you’ve gotta be okay.’
He told me to stay in my room and I sat down on the couch and cried for two hours.
I couldn’t believe it.
When I got home, I said to myself, “If I had known then what I know now, I would have said to my boyfriend before I left, ‘No, I don`t want to do this anymore.
I really, really don’t.'”
It’s very hard to express what I was feeling to anyone, but