I was with this guy for 3 years, never broke up in between that time frame. When we met he used to shower me with gifts, phone, valentines day presents, etc. It went good until i moved in with him and his roommate. Then the nightmare started. On short terms, he was physically, financially, and mentally abusive towards me.

At the tail end of it, i said "that's enough" and grabbed my crap, called the cops to make peace at the house, called my dad to help me move my stuff out (who i just met for the first time in my life) and ran and never looked back.

I was scared, to this day I'm still scared. Moving out with the cops there wasn't hard for me, it's building a wall in front of people in fear. I now suffer from PTSD, but gradually working towards getting better. 😊