Trigger Warning(cutting)
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Trigger warning (sexual harassment)
Trigger Warning(cutting)
Trigger warning (ednos)
Trigger warning (sexual harassment)
Trigger Warning(cutting)
Trigger warning (ednos)
Trigger warning (sexual harassment)

This is not about any fandoms . This is me coming out about a horrible person who was in my life.

Please if you are sensitive to any of the topics above do not read this. I don't want what I say to have a bad effect on the readers. You have been warned.

Trigger Warning(cutting)
Trigger warning (ednos)
Trigger warning (sexual harassment)

About a year ago I met the sweatest boy of my life. He would talk to me until I fell asleep on the phone, we would text day and night to each other. After a month of texting I told him about my eating disorder and my cutting addiction, he told me that when ever I had urges that I should text him so he could help.

I fell in love with him because he wanted to help me.

After that a week later I told him that I loved him, he said that he loved me to. Not even a day went by when he asked me for pictures of my body. I sent him a Pic of my legs with shorts on.

He wasn't to happy.

We went on and on about how he loved me and wanted to see my body and that I was beautiful. I never actually believed him when he said it but I lied to make him happy. After a small argument and him saying that he would break up with me if I didn't I did. I sent him a picture of my chest exposed with only my arm to cover part of them. He went back to being happy.
On our second date we had sex in a public bathroom. I didn't want to but I was scared that he would leave me so I did it. I wanted to stay a virgin for at least until I was 16 but, you would do anything for your lover right. That night I cut up my stomach and uper thighs so badly I thought I would bleed to death. I never told him in fear of him  leaving me.
Time after time he would pressure me to do these acts that mad me want to die. I acted like it was okay and that everything was fine but it wasn't.
When ever I cam back from his house I would binge eat in my room then make myself sick to get rid of it. He thought I was getting better when I was just getting better at faking it.  He noticed the cuts and burn marks on my legs and told me that I was trying, that they made me who I am. The last time I spent the night at his house we got into a fight over me having a panic attack because I didn't want to have sex. He said that I didn't love him and he left me In his room, alone in the dark, with my thoughts. I did only what my family would to to me if I had a temper tantrum and I gave him a blanket and sat on the floor next to him. But far enough so that he couldn't hear my crying. He didn't talk to me until the morning.
Once I got home I sat in my room and I could feel anything. I didn't know what to do.

About a month ago we broke up and I felt so happy after. He did try to contact me but I had my friend respond for me and he never had talked to me again.

Thank you for reading my story.