There is a difference in glorifying the 50 Shades of Grey books and being emotionally abused. Many girls allow themselves to be treated so negatively because they view it as a turn on. While there is nothing wrong with the sexual nature of 50 Shades, there is a huge problem with emotional abuse. Refuse to accept it because you will be in a better position.

Because I never thought it would actually happen to me.

Kyle was the epitome of perfection. He has the most beautiful smile, he's the right height, and, most importantly, he thought the world of me. He wanted more than sex; he wanted a relationship. His mother was wonderful, and his dad was really kind too. He had a job and a car. He got along with my family. My parents liked him. He had those arms that you know you could feel safe in, at least they were safe for a while. He was definitely the Christian Grey of my life.

I prayed that God would send me someone with these things, but I understand now it was a test. Once we had been dating three months, it was like all the small red flags that were raging in my head became clear.

This wonderful, charming guy with a perfect smile, bright green eyes, and that shaggy hair that I was completely obsessed with--is actually a boy who hurt me and treated me like sh*t.

See, this information is to lead you to the hole in his wall in his room after our discussion. This is to give you insight at how destructive the man I loved became after he was placed under stress. This is about him losing control and intentionally scaring me to death. How he refused to let me leave until he was satisfied with the outcome. How I understood then, that he was in fact power hungry, as he began to tear me down and act above me and guilt me, as if it was my fault he had messed up.

No, he never physically hit me, but I knew then and there that I deserved better than this treatment. So, why did I stay?

I understand now why people say it will get worse. The most perfect guy turned out to be a man who hurt me. From all of the hateful things he said to me and how worthless he made me feel to begging me never to leave him because he "loved me so much." It resulted in me bawling on the couch curled up from my fear of him. It resulted in me begging him to take me home with him refusing. By staying in the relationship I showed him that it was okay to disrespect me and hurt me.

He was a wonderful friend, but a really bad boyfriend.

I'm lucky I left. I don't want to find out what a future with him holds. I stayed because I thought it would get better, and it doesn't. No matter what he says, do not go back. A leopard never changes its spots. Reader, please realize your worth, because no one deserves getting treated like that.