I want to share my story so maybe i can help someone! I started dating this guy in sept. 2003, when i was 16. he seemed so sweet and caring. he would bring me flowers everyday. everything was great, so i thought. march 2004 came around. a few days after my birthday he decided to tell me all the times he had cheated on me and he was sorry. he promised me he would change and never cheat again. of course i gave in and stayed with him. thats when it all started.he would accuse me of cheating. he went there my phone and deleted any guys numbers i had in there except my dad. he went through me room and my mothers house and through away anything to do with any ex of mine. he started calling me names, verbally, emotionally and mentally abusing me. he went from this mean person to this person who was crying and telling me he was sorry and he wants to change.i couldnt wear certain things. i never dressed to show skin. i dressed good not trying to show myself off. he would make comments on my clothes and make me change. i wasnt allowed to wear anything tight. it had to be baggy and cover up to my neck and couldnt wear shorts because they showed too much leg. this lasted til jan 2005, when i found out at 17 i was pregnant.i was on the low does pill but got pregnant. then i thought he will change now, im pregnant. yeah he changed but for the worse. the first 3 months were good. i really thought he was changing for the better. in april 2005, i was 4 months pregnant. we were at his grandfathers house where he was staying and we got into an argument. i said something, i cant remember now, to make him mad. he shoved me to the ground and then punched the outside of my thigh. with in minutes i had a baseball size bruise. i was so upset.this was the first time he hit me. he kept yelling at me to leave and when i got outside i called my mom and she called the cops. with in 10 minutes my mom, dad and the cops were there. in that 10 minutes my ex kept saying he was sorry and he loved me. so when the cops got there and asked if i had any marks and if so they could take him to jail, i said no.i protected him a lot! i didnt show the cop the bruise. i forgave him again. the next month, may 2005 we got into an argument and he told me he hated me and didnt want anything to do with me or the baby. He told me to go to hell. being 5 months pregnant and hearing this from the man thats suppose to love me and be a father i was a little out of my mind. i said fine not meaning it and picked up a butter knife and hit my wrist. NOT meaning to actually hurt myself, it was a butter knife. well i was bleeding and ended up the 3 stitches inside and 7 outside. before i got help my ex made sure i wasnt going to tell anyone the truth. so he came up with a lie about me cutting it doing dishes and a knife was in there. well i did.he continued with the yelling, calling me every horrible name you can think of. the mental, emotional and verbal abuse continued. in august 2005, 8 months pregnant, we were at a hardware store and he stole a lot. I was hoping with me being pregnant that he would stop that too, but no. he wanted to steal a multi-tool. i was again it but after he made me feel like crap and threatened me. he still stole it and yep we got caught. since i was with him i got in trouble too. at 8 months pregnant the handcuffed me and took me to jail too.i was in a holding room from 5pm to 3am. we got to go home. he wasnt sorry or anything. 3 days before i was due to be induced he decided to get a job and look at apartments. i had my daughter on sept 4th. i was going to give her my last name but he wasnt having it. he threatened me again and i put his name on there. its amazing how someone can make you feel like you are not worth anything!we lived with my mom for about a week and then moved into the apartment. it kept getting worse. i wasnt allowed to talk to my family, which i was very close to. when i did talk to my home he had to be on the other phone listening and i couldnt tell her he was on there. if she said something bad about him i got punished afterwards, but she didnt know. i wasnt allowed to leave the apartment unless he was with me.he used my car like it was his because his truck didnt run. my cell phone was his. every morning i would wake up with new marks and bruises.i wasnt allowed to cry or he would hurt me more. i always had my daughter in my arms because he would threaten to take her away from me. he was not a father to her. after about 4 months living there, he worked all the time because we fought when he was home. he threw things at me. he broke 4 cell phones because i was trying to call for help. he wouldnt let me out of the apartment to get help. i was trapped and so was my daughter. we were not physically intimate.well in march 2006 he wanted to be intimate and i didnt. after trying to stop him with my daughter sleeping in the next room he raped me. i remember laying there thinking how gross i felt. i had been raped when i was 12 and he knew about it and he did the same thing to me. i was mad and upset. that was a turning point for me. after that day i started to fight back. that lasted til july 2006.my daughter was 10 months old. we got into a fight and my daughter started to cry. that was it for me. i told him i was leaving, like i had said tons of times before and he didnt believe me. he went to work the next morning at 9am. after her called me and i seen he was calling from work, i called my mom and told her i needed help getting all of mine and my daughters stuff out of the apartment. within minutes my mom, dad, step dad and brother were there with a van and truck. we had 12 hours to get everything out and we did it. i left his stuff there which was tv stand, tv, dresser, his clothes and his toiletries. me and my daughter moved in with my mom. he tried to get me back. there was no way i was going back to that not having finding the strength to leave, finally.i met an amazing man who loves my daughter like his own. we have been happily married for 4 years! its hard to get out of an abusive relationship, i know that. but you deserve better! god can give you the strength to get out and find help! you deserve to be happy! once you find that happiness you will realize how wrong it was to be abused! if you are reading this and are in a similar situation please get help! if you have gone through this already know that you are alone! i want to help anyway i can. even if its just with my story being posted on here. god bless!!