ok, but it's not really a happy story. and doesn't paint me in a good light.
it all started in 2007. i was fresh out of high school when i started going out with her. for the first 6 months, it was cool, she was funny, charming, doing her studies as a trilingual assistant while i was studying law. but there was always something odd about her. for example, she never mentioned religion despite the fact that she obviously believed in something. we could not visit churches because she was deathly afraid of them.
she also had a very volatile temper. in the space of 2 years, she dumped me a record 38 times. what you'd call an off-again on again relationship? nope, more like emotional abuse. but what can i say, i was young and in love.
fast forward to fall 2008. it was a rocky relationship, already but it took a turn for the worse. she'd never told her parents that we were going out, because they were conservative and didn't want her sleeping around. she got kicked out of her house and asked me to take her in. i was living in my parents house. when it came time to pick her up, her parents yelled "we will not have a trollop in the house of god".
i should have been more receptive to that remark. while she was living under my parents's roof, she was trying to convert me to be jehova's witness. as i said before, i cannot for the love of me believe in god. i'm not wired that way. tensions arose between her and my mom. she started to stay in my room, never going out, going so far as fasting to avoid seeing my mom. then, she started isolating me from my friends. alienating me from my family, making me doubt myself. waking me up in the middle of the night. beating me and accusing me of cheating on her. this lasted for 2 months before i tried to hang myself. the rope broke, but she took me to the hospital, and my dad committed me to a mental hospital for a week. on my return, i got guilt tripped so bad i stopped eating and sleeping. i became a recluse. when my mom heard about my suicide attempt, she wanted to kick the bitch out. we ended up not doing it because it was the middle of winter. all the while, she was brainwashing me and torturing me from physical blows and lack of sleep. i did some bad things in self-defense. i broke her nose and stabbed her. she used that as ammo to make me believe i owed her something.
my parents managed to kick her out in february 2009. i later learned that she was part of a heretic offshoot (as deemed so by the jw association of the town) and that she came from an abusive family.
i was never the same again. my fragile psyche was battered, and it took me the help of a psychiatrist to deprogram all the harm she had caused. it was unpleasant, to say the least.
by 2010, i was pretty much back to normal, i had better relations with my parents, although now that i think about it, this is probably in part what caused my parents' divorce last year. it was maybe may 2010, i was gardening. my mom had just received a japanese red maple, and i was digging the hole to plant it when i heard a ring. still carrying that pitchfork (it's a friendly pitchfork, what can i say?) i answered the door. two jehova's witnesses asked me to convert. my blood was up, and i raged so hard i nearly whited out. i yelled my story, showed them my scars, and told them i'd give them a three second headstart. i counted down, and chased them for about a hundred yards down the street with my pitchfork. had i caught them, i might have gone back early to the psych ward, but they ran faster than me. my mom high-fived me when i came back, and i proceeded to plant the red maple, like nothing had happened. i never had any contact with her again.
that's my sad story.
