Well the relationship started out nice, he knew I had been through a lot with my ex, I told him all about it and also telling him about my family (which wasn't easy at all).
It was all nice for the first 2 months but then slowly turned into 1 and a 1/2 years of hell. It started when I was busy and forgot to text him back due to being at college and usually sat in lecture trying to pay attention. "Are u ignoring me now?" I would get with an angry emoticon next to it. I'd reply "Do I need to text u every 5 minutes for you to be happy, I'm in lecture and a bit busy at the moment sorry! xxx".
That was only the start often me being busy and unable to reply if i was at work or college would start off a major argument about how I didn't love him. I slowly found myself feeling more and more distant from him, and actually starting to hate him. "This isn't working!!" I text, "well you arent letting it work" he replied, as a major argument kicked off and we split up the first time after only 2 and a 1/2 months together.
My parents hated him anyway, saying how could I like someone like that, so when we got back together i started to hide the fact I was with him as I didnt want arguments with my family. My mum is the kind of person who can keep an argument going over many days, and I really didnt want that I was stressed enough as it was.
Time went on with me going out pretending to be with friends when infact I was spending time with him, though I couldnt stop the stress building up as I struggled with my work at college and dealt with the arguments between me and the boyfriend.
During the end of my college course I became very ill through the amount of stress, and ended up at home having to send work to college via email. I was in agony to try and walk as my legs ached and felt dead, all the muslces between my ribs were inflammed and all the doctor could do is give me strong painkillers and hope it passed. The doctor didnt know what else to do as blood tests didnt give him any idea what was wrong.
After that me and the boyfriend did get through the first year, but I certainly didnt want to be with him. I worked all summer trying to get money for University, I tried to split up with him and he started trying to use what I had told him about my family to try and emotionally blackmail me. Feeling trapped I stayed with him, though any time i spent with him I couldnt stand him touching me or being near me. I often came back, threw all my clothes in the wash and just sat in the bottom of the shower hoping it would wash all my feelings away and wash him off my skin. I was more than just depressed, I was scared and this lasted into the first term of uni.
I split up with him in my first term and he started sending abusive text messages, i still felt trapped as if I was still with him and sank into a horrible gloom. I hardly socialised and kept myself to myself really, no one in my flat really knew me that term, though at least I had met them during freshers week.
Then I met my current boyfriend as I threw caution to the wind and decided to go see some friends from my class in their flat, we didnt talk much during that party but afterwards we spoke on facebook and occasionally met up to go out for a drink.
I was still having problems with my exboyfriend, and it got to the point where I ended up in my boyfriends room crying I was so stressed I just couldnt take it anymore, the abuse was getting worse. My boyfriend persuaded me to go to the police, and drove me to the local station where I told them everything showing them the text messages. The police officer later went to his house to warn him to stay away from me and to stop contacting me or he would end up in court for harassment and emotional blackmail.
That has to have been the hardest thing I have done so far, but the best, I got my freedom back and started to feel more like myself again. My boyfriend really helped me, though that wasn't the end of the problems . . .