It was my first semester of college when I was laying on my bed. All my roommates were out of town, and I received the strangest of texts.
It was from my abusive first ex-boyfriend from when I was 15 years old. I thought I had blocked him, but he had made an effort to reach out. I answered him because I was afraid of him and wanted an apology after all this time. I began to feel like a bird trapped in a cage again.
He expressed his issues with his current girlfriend. He said he could not trust her anymore and accused her of being sketchy and cheating. I did not believe him.
After, I realized he began stalking me on social media. He would favorite my retweets not realizing I would get a notification for them, and then I began to get scared again.
Flash backs from being only 15 resurfaced. I remembered how he would fake accounts to "test" my faithfulness. I remembered how when I broke up with him he told me that his dog had passed away. I remembered how he "jumped off" a roof because I broke up with him. I remembered how he called me a whore, a bitch and a slut during several occasions. I was 18 turning 19, and somehow he still managed to make his unwanted presence known.
On one September night he texted me again but this time my roommate was with me. I wanted her to see how insane and abusive he was so I allowed him to call me. I hardly answered during his rant and every time I did, I gave him an answer he did not want and his anger began to progress. He then admitted after all this time that he cheated on his beautiful model girlfriend in the beginning of their relationship and that he had no evidence of her actually cheating.
Immediately, I contacted her on Facebook. I warned her as he believed she still wanted him. I warned her that he was crazy and that he would never leave her alone if she does not block him from everything. She answered swiftly and gave me an answer I wanted to hear: "He is crazy." She told me how he threatened to kill himself with her car, she told me how he changed her passwords on social media, and how he contacted her from every number possible. This time, he even went as far as going to her house in the middle of the night. She understood exactly what I had gone through as a young 15-year-old girl.
In retrospect, I probably should have ignored him after he managed to contact me after blocking him. But I also believe that I was meant to talk to the girl who had gone through the same thing I did. After all these years I have the peace knowing nothing was wrong with me. The things he did were not normal, and finally, I had the peace of mind knowing I did nothing wrong. There was nothing wrong with me. I was not a whore, slut or bitch. I was just a 15-year-old girl who didn't know any better. Now, at almost nineteen years old, I feel stronger and braver than ever. I had the courage and helped someone else find the courage to fly away with their wings spread wide.
