i am 21 years old. i have been with my boyfriend since i was 19. things were good in the beginning of our relationship. we were so in love, he appreciated me and respected me, we got along. i had trust issues, but i was confident in myself, i was strong then. i don't know when things got bad. but they did fast. something snapped. the first time he yelled at me i thought to myself, "i'm glad he isn't the type to hit a woman because if he was, i would be in a horrible situation right now." when he pinned me to the ground, i was grateful, because he hadn't slapped me yet, he hadn't gone that far. when he pushed me around for the first time, i feared that next time, he would slap me for sure. then he did. and when he kicked me and threw me around until i was bruised up and down, i prayed that would be the last time. he held me the next day, crying, saying how sorry he was. he had never done that to anyone, and i, so alone, so scared, comforted him, while he "comforted" me. that was the moment my life was halted. he killed something in me the night he nearly broke my bones. my faith. i feel like his abusive, controlling behavior just seeped into everything else in our relationship. he was interested in other women, we never had sex, he barely touched me. somedays, he wouldn't touch me at all except a push or a grab a couple times a day. he was blatantly interested in other women. still to this day, i blame myself for his abuse. in all aspects. if i wasn't so untrusting in the beginning maybe we would be in a different place.
we broke up two weeks ago. but we still live together. the emotional trauma of this relationship remains AND we still live together. now i just have to look at him everyday and remember it all. he still yells at me, still threatens me, still calls me names. or worse in my perspective right now, he ignores me completely, which hurts me to the core. yet, i can't stop. i can't pull myself away. i feel so helpless in this messed up situation. none of my family lives near me. i don't know how to explain, and i hope someone understands. i feel so guilt ridden, and can't stop going over the motions in my head, i feel his behavior is my fault, and that if it would have been another woman, this would not have happened. i don't know where to go from here. i don't know how to get over my guilt.