Hey, I got into a relationship when I was in 11th grade; it was a school romance or crush, I’m not exactly sure. It started on December 28, 2015. Everything was fine at first, but I wasn’t serious about it because I thought it was too soon to be serious. After school, we maintained a long-distance relationship for almost three years and would meet on special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries.
Our relationship wasn’t particularly affectionate. His personality was rude and intense, focusing only on important things. On the other hand, when I became serious, I expected qualities that his personality didn’t possess. However, every girl wants those things. Because of this, we used to fight a lot, but the relationship continued. In 2019, when we were living in the same city, I began to understand many things about him that I hadn’t noticed during school or the long-distance period.
I realized I never wanted a relationship like this. He would argue about my small expectations, which every girl has. When COVID hit in 2020, I returned home, and the fights continued. I got admitted to an MBA program and suggested that we try living together to understand each other better if we wanted the relationship to work. He said he didn’t think we could handle each other even for 15 days.
This hurt me and made me realize that he might have been using me all these years and never let me meet his family or siblings, while almost everyone in my family knew him. That sentence struck a nerve, and I was disturbed. I confided in a good friend I met during an internship. We had been talking a lot, and after sharing my feelings, he advised me to take it easy and talk to my boyfriend. But it didn’t go well, we fought again, and he was very casual about what he had said.
One day, my internship friend and I went to a movie, and since it was our first meeting, we became intimate. The next morning, I realized it was a huge mistake. After about a month, I told my boyfriend everything and apologized, explaining the circumstances that led to my actions. I gave him the choice to continue the relationship or not. I thought it would end, but it didn’t; the relationship became more toxic and rude.
After this incident, we started living together, and it was hell for me. He would drink, abuse me, and more. In 2022, I moved to Delhi for my job. During this time, he would taunt me about my style, male friends, and makeup, asking why I was getting dressed up and questioning my male friends. In 2023, I asked him to come to Delhi and live with me again, which was my biggest mistake. He was financially weak, and I supported him because I felt guilty.
He tortured me, threatened me, questioned my character, and abused my family, including my sister and mother. Mentally exhausted, I took work from home in August 2023 and stayed home until November 2023, during which he continued to fight. Finally, after all this torture, I left him in May 2024.