As I started to see the changes, I also started to see him slipping away. At this point I was stuck. I thought I was in love so I did anything he wanted just to be with him. He started to tell me how to dress, how to wear my hair, I was not allowed to wear makeup, was not aloud to have guys as friends or even to talk to any guy what so ever, no matter what. I was losing everyone slowly just to be with him.
I started flunking out of school, ignoring any one that still wanted to have anything to do with me, I was even pushing my family away. As he was continuing to control my life he started to go out more hang out with more people especially girls. I was devasted I was to naive though to leave him. Of course we fought and even broke up off and on we were still drawn back to each other. Yet how can I keep letting someone control my every move my everything?
One weekend we went to a party that had mutual friends between us both. Of course I lied to my parents and said I was staying at a friends. We were having a good time until his mom showed up and made him go home. I asked what he wanted me to do stay at the party or go with him. He said he did not care that I could stay. I believed him but boy was I wrong. I should have left when he did I should have just gone home. I did not though. I stayed with people I thought were my friends. Which we were at one point but that all changed. There was a guy there he was cute I will not lie. Although I only thought about him as a friend. Little did I know he was not a friend and apparently was any one else there.
It had started to get dark and we had already started drinking. I was really starting to miss my boyfriend. I called him and started to talk to him. Something was different though his voice and tone with me had changed. He said everything was okay but it was not. After awhile he finally admitted he was mad because I had stayed at the party without him. What made things worse about it all was that those so called friends I was talking about were calling him when I was not around and was telling him lies. They was telling him I was cheating on him with that guy that I had mentioned was my so called friend.
Well things got worse and we got in a even bigger fight. I ended up breaking up with him because he could and would not believe me when I told him I was not doing anything. He did not trust me and why? I had never given him a reason to never trust me unlike him. He had me so mad that I went out side the house and was standing on the porch and I punched the house. This was not one of those houses with the plastic siding it was a brick house with little sharp brick tips sticking out. I messed up my hand. It was bleeding and swollen.
These so called friends came over to me and told me that I needed to leave they did not care where I went I was just not allowed there. I had no where to go. I had told my mom I was staying at one of their houses. They did not care they pushed me off the property and ganged up on me until I started walking down the street. They followed me half way down the street to make sure I did not turn around.