"You Think You Are So Funny Don’t You, B!+<h!"
When I was about 21 years old, I met a man. For what ever reason at the time, and against my gut instincts, I moved right in with him, dragging my then almost 2-year-old daughter along for the ride. I only knew him for a couple weeks when I made that careless decision. I did not love him, nor did I ever tell him so. He started telling me almost immediately (first red flag), and I would just look at him weird and say, thank you, or I know. Not because I was so lovable, but even then I realized he was not saying those words because of how he felt about me, he was telling me that because it was what he longed for. The day I moved in with him, I told my mom that if he ever hit me to not let me stay. I knew even then, but rather than listen to myself I proceeded under the pretense that I’d be fine.