nobody except my mom knows this but when i was eighteen, i had a very toxic, abusive boyfriend. and not just abusive as in “ he yells at me sometimes” no. he held a gun to my head, raped me, tried to kill me. hit me, kicked me, slammed the back of his gun against my head. made me drop all my friends, mentally hurt me. he was very.. very abusive. i was scared, very scared. i didn’t dare to tell anyone, i was scared that if i would, he would actually kill me. until my mom walked in on him holding a gun against my head. she called the police instantly, he went to jail. the only one who knows what he was like is my mom, i didn’t say anything, i couldn’t. it was like everytime i tried to talk. i was choking on the words. but she saw what happend, and she understood that i didn’t want to talk about it. and i saw how the police handled it, and it inspired me. helping people, that is what i want to do.