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It started when I was 15 and a my friends young uncle moved in Nextdoor. He was tall and handsome and kind, outgoing and sweet. He was 19 going on 20 and I was freshly fifteen. I started dating him as a sophomore in high school and did not get rid of him until I was a sophomore in college. On my dad’s birthday when I was 16, I got into trouble for what I don’t remember. That night my parents left us to look after my younger sisters while they went out. I said no many time but got the response yes or yes and then there was no holding him back. I was swollen after and felt dirty. This happen many times over the course of the next 3 years. He’d act kind and sweet in front of my family all while threatening me and berating me behind closed doors. Every time I’d get the courage to dump him he’d end back up at my door with a single rose and an apology. As a senior in high school I learned to just give in and let him do what he wanted so he was happy. One night as he’s doing his thing and I was focused on something else he decided he wanted to try something new. I said no repeatedly but ended up with a new place being violated. I bled and cried for days. I was upset he’d be upset with me for resisting. After turning 18 I decided enough was enough. Years of calls and texts and messages went by and finally he gave up. I didn’t know anything was wrong until taking a title 9 course in college and realizing that is not what boyfriends do.