Trust

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic
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About a woman who loved a man but found out that you should never judge a book by its cover.

Submitted: November 21, 2015

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Submitted: November 21, 2015

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I was head over heels for him, entirely in love. He made me feel like I was the only woman in the world for him. I could imagine the rest of my life with him. Things were finally looking up. 

if only this were true. I was naive back then. Raw and young. Back then, I didn't believe someone could do such ghastly things. I do now. It nearly ruined me. 

He was my first love. He picked me out of everyone, or though I thought. Instead he picked me because he could tell I didn't value myself. I didn't back then, and he knew if he valued me then I would be completely under his spell and I was. 

At the start it was completly honeymoon phase, he made me feel wanted and I felt fulfilled with him. I've had trust issues since I was ten years old, but he made me overcome them and soon after, I starting falling in love with him and in result, my walls came down and I let him in. He took my virginity and I felt like I was truly loved. 

Letting him in was one of the biggest mistakes I did because he then had all the ingredients to destroy me with. 

It was five months later when our honeymoon phase perished and in a blink of a second he changed. I have yet to psychoanalyse why he changed, but it was for the worse. From the wonderful handsome man I fell in love with came a cruel monster.nhe started with knocking my self confidence, saying that I was lucky to have him because no one would want me. His exact words were "look at you, you're lucky I even noticed you". He threatened me with my life and the violence then followed. He had excluded me from my friends and family, feeding me lies. I had no one. I couldn't escape. I was trapped. I was living a nightmare.
 


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