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StaceyAnnabella
It started off innocently enough. He was tall and handsome, better looking than average and with bigger muscles than average. What girl wouldn't like that. We met outside the engineering building on my first day of college. It was early and there were very few people around. I admit I was attracted to him. I liked him and I thought he liked me, so I stayed.
He was everything I thought I wanted. An engineering student like me, a couple of years ahead in age, with what seemed like a lot more intelligence than I did. I looked up to him. He helped me with my homework. We held hands. I cared about him and I thought he cared about me, so I stayed.
Things advanced pretty naturally from there. As the years went by, we became inseparable. He finished his qualification and started working. I was in my final year. He had struggled to find work in this economic climate and had finally settled on a job that wasn't ideal in his mind, but was something. The money was also a strain on our relationship. We moved in together to make things easier, but they only became more difficult. I loved him and he said he loved me, so I stayed.
I realised that there were things about him that I didn't know. He wasn't happy with his job, and often would come home angry. But I loved him and I was committed to us, so I stayed.
He started to get jealous of my fellow classmates, the men that I was around. He thought that I was cheating on him. He became a lot more controlling, I remember one day I got home from class a few minutes late and he hit me across the face. But I loved him and was a poor student, so I stayed.
After I graduated, I was very lucky to get a great job as a professional engineer. He was absolutely furious that I had a better job than he did. He broke a plate on my head that evening. But I loved him and there was a child in my belly, so I stayed.
One morning, he threatened me with a knife before work because I burnt the toast. I have never been so terrified. I remember stumbling out to the car, fearing for our lives. I loved me and there was a child in my belly, so I left.
That day, for the first time, I didn't drive to work. I drove to the airport instead. That drive was absolutely terrifying. I was so afraid he would find me, so afraid he would know and come and bring me back. Where should I go? All I could think of was to get as far away from him as possible. The furthest place where I have family is Singapore. I will go to my brother. I loved me and I needed support from family, so I left.
After I took off, watching that little plane fly further and further away from him, slowly lifted the burden I’d had weighing on my shoulders for the past 3 years. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my handbag, but I had my freedom and my dignity once again. I loved me and I wanted the best for us, so I left.
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