I need help..
I need help. I’m frightened and it seems like I’m alone, I have no where to go. Let me start from the beginning so you’ll understand. My boyfriend and I met our senior year of high school and for me I was instantly in love. We had class together, he sat across from me and for some reason my eyes would just gravitate to his. The dark eyes the smile, I didn’t know him but he was something special. It’s really hard to put into words the way I felt, the way he made me feel. We began talking and things kinda escalated and we began dating not long after. Everything was great I was in love. I never truly felt this way for someone else in a really long time. I was constantly happy and everyone around me could see this. We graduated that spring and told each other that we would stay in contact and we did and I can’t lie it was hard sometimes but we made it work. I never stopped loving him, how could I, to me he was everything. Nothing at home was ever stable, he was my escape from everything that was wrong. We moved in together after he came back from california for the summer. We moved into this cute little apartment in the city, we were both working and everything seemed to be perfect. Perfect until he seemed to change. I hadn’t noticed it before now but he started drinking more often. I thought just a beer after work made sense he’s stressed, everything is fine he loves me. But the other day I came home early from a shift and he was home (which he normally wouldn’t be) and I didn’t recognize him. He reeked of alcohol, his face was buried in his hands. He’d been crying. I never seen him cry before. He looked up at me when I sat down next to him. His eyes were blood shot and he just looked so angry, it frightened me. I began trying to talk to him reaching for his hands but he got up and started to walk away without another word. I went after him and told him to stop and talk to me and I grabbed onto his arm. He turned and pushed me up against the wall holding on to my shoulders, I closed my eyes. I was so frightened. He let me go but I was to afraid to move. He walked away and I heard a loud bang. Started crying. I ran out immediately and got in the car. I couldn’t stop crying. Now I’m afraid every time I come home. It’s been three days since the last time we slept in the same bed, even ate dinner together. He seemed to be coming home late at night, later than usual, and it worries me. I’m scared for myself and for him and I just don’t know what to do right now. I feel so alone and have no where to turn.
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