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My Life-Page-6

At the age of 17, I met what I thought was the most perfect and romantic man there was. He was 20, he was a petty officer in the Navy Reserves. He spoiled me and treated me like a princess and did not like the way that my parents were treating me.

At the age of 18, I was in love with my dream man, we were talking and some what planning a wedding, I still had a 11 pm curfew, and if I was not home by 11 pm, my parents were still waiting up for me, and I still got beat with a belt for being late. The man I was dating finally said, this is enough, what there doing to you is wrong and one day when my family went away for the day, he helped me pack up all my things, and moved me into his apartment. The first few months were great, But then he changed, he started going out with his friends drinking and come home drunk, and he was starting to become abusive to me, there were many times that I went to a neighbors apartment to get away from him, or I would lock myself in the bedroom and wait for him to fall asleep. I finally had enough and one day while he was at work, I called my mom, my mom and my brother came to the apartment helped me get my things and moved me back home, its not where I wanted to go, but I had no place else to go to.