Diary of Abuse by a Loved One Chapter 4 Page 2

It became routine, normal, I guess. I didn’t know any different.

It’s funny…but the bruises no longer hurt anymore…in fact, I don’t think there is a part of my body that he hadn’t bruised or worn down. What I couldn’t tolerate though was his fierce jealousy… In the beginning I found it adorable that he would get irate at some individuals who would try to flirt with me or chat me up…but over time it became a whole other issue…

Whilst we were both at university, he would often start little tugs of war shall we say? Some of them were with the Rugby lads which was endearing or stupid, depending upon the way you want to look at it! Sometimes he’d end up with his face slapped hard as a bit of a side joke because he was trying to