I have always wanted true love, in my life. My family migrated to India when I was 15 years old. It was hard for me to get adapted to the new culture, even though the school was still a bit fun. However, my relatives gave me a hard time, it was difficult for me to adjust to them as they love criticizing me. So, I felt lonely and alone. During this time, I fell in love with a guy from school. I loved him so much that I remembered every single detail about him.

My friends would warn me that he would ditch me. But I thought they were only jealous of me.

We used to fight but our love was very precious to me because that was the only happiness I had. Years passed, and I completed my Standard 12 exams. Once, I was not feeling well and, so I was not allowed to go out. I was not allowed to use my phone too. This chance was well utilized by him. He started seeing another girl during this period and ditched me. I didn’t know about this until I got my phone back and started texting him.

I checked his Facebook and found out what was going on. So, I tried committing suicide, but nothing worked.

And after I completed Standard 12, my parents And I moved to another country. It took another one year for me to forget him. But his memories are something that is still special to me. After a year and a half, I met another guy through Facebook. I was 18 then. We would regularly talk and got to know each other. And finally, we fell in love. I loved him so much. He lived in a different country. But he would travel to visit me once in every two months. I was ready to give up anything for him, that’s how much I loved him. Even his mum knew about our love, and she too was fond of me. I would address her as my Mother-in-Law. Days passed.

It was my habit to check his email inbox. Once, accidentally I came across his search history. I found out that he watches porn. But he hadn’t told me this even though we didn’t keep any secrets between us. So why would he hide this from me?

So, we fought, and six months passed by. Every monthly anniversary of ours, I would make it special for him. But for our 6th monthly anniversary, he made me sleep with him. This was the one mistake I regret till now. He loved having phone sex, and he wouldn’t listen to me when I said I can't. I hated it throughout the time it was happening, but I didn’t want him to get angry or upset with me.

I always gave in and did it just because I didn’t want him to leave me.

After this, he started controlling me. He started checking my Facebook and social media and would scold me badly if I spoke to a guy. Well, I only speak to my friends and he would never allow me to do that. I always had work to do with my classmates, but he would not allow me that, too. He would start scolding me, badly. And, he would criticize me, and control me. If I would go against him, he would resort to emotional blackmail. He would never let me wear sleeveless outfits. He always spied on me.

One day, I reached my tolerance threshold point. I told him, “let’s break up”. He said no, and he threatened me that since he has nude pictures of me, he will upload all of them along with our pictures together, on Facebook. He also said that he will come and tell my family that I slept with him and what not.

He would call and threaten me, horrendously. I would attempt to commit suicide all the time, because of him. My arms were filled with bruises. But at one point in time, I became stronger. I said to him that he can do whatever he wants, and I am not scared anymore. I blocked him from everywhere. He brainwashed my friends to believe that he had always been nice, and I was the one who had wronged him.

My friends left me after I broke up with him.

A few months later, I found out he hot-chatted with many girls while we were in a relationship, and he would also send his nudes to them. Also, he had sex with three other girls while we were together. I was shocked but so much more relieved because I am safe now. A few months after that, my friends found out the whole story and now I am leading a peaceful life.

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