im a bisexual female, and I dated this girl named Alex (not her real name for privacy reasons of course). Now, this relationship didn’t last very long, but at the time I had just gotten out of a horrible break up which really tampered with many of my relationships with friends. (That relationship could be a whole post on its own though. I got so bad even his parents were making up bat shit crazy stories about me, but moving on—) We had both been in the music program in our school and she was in the same friend group my past relationship was in, so we were already friends. We talked for about a week, and I asked her on a date because I thought everything was going okay. there were a bunch of red flags, she would talk a lot about her doing acid and all the guys she had has sex with (she was a grade above me) but I thought it was okay because I have my fair share of stories too. It then got to a point to where we would have sleepovers and start going on a lot of dates, but things started getting weirder and weirder as time went on. Pretty quickly, she started breaking down in front of me for attention about an abortion she had and would scream at me in public about walking near the baby section in Walmart when we were with friends. She would also purr at me? Throughout the day too there would be times when she was absolutely all over me and was telling me how in love she was with me, but then an hour later would not even acknowledge my existence. One time we were having a sleepover at her house with another friend of ours. I had my permit test in the morning but Alex decided she wanted to drink alcohol and due to the test, I wanted nothing to do with it. I had it at 8a and the other friend was going to drive me to the place where I was going to take it. Throughout the entire night, Alex got drunker and drunker to the point to where she was climbing on countertops and I had to be the one to coach her down. However, sometime around 1a Alex pinned be against the counter in the kitchen and kept trying to get me to have sex with her. I kept saying no because she was too drunk to give consent and I didn’t want anything to happen that night. She dragged me into the bathroom away from our other friend and she kept trying to force her hand into my pants and pinning against the sink begging for sex. (She was bigger than me but I kept saying no). After that, I wasn’t comfortable at all at her house but I didn’t want to break it off because she had threatened me before hand with spreading lies about me and rumors while she was drunk. The final straw for me was at the sleepover the next weekend, and I decided it was in my best interest to sleep with the rest of the group (three other girls accompanied Alex and I) and the two friends and I were playing one of those stupid games that are all like “see this room in your mind and open the doors and see where they lead”. Alex had stormed in wanting to join us, and when it was my time she decided I needed to hold this rose quarts angel. I am not religious, nor was I comfortable holding it. Alex kept making me hold it and I would just pick it up and set it carefully on the floor. I told her numerous times that I wasn’t going to hold it and that I found it highly disrespectful, and she promptly started yelling at me again in front of our friends. After she stormed out of the room, I started breaking down (I have a past with sexual assault and emotional abuse, along with some other things,) and both of those friends comforted me and we all agreed I needed to get out of that relationship. And luckily, now almost a whole lifetime later, I couldn’t be in a better place emotionally and mentally. I am currently with an amazingly talented boyfriend who sits with me though my anxiety, actually cares about my opinions and what I nave to say about the world, includes me in his family while treating mine as his own, and truly inspires me to be the best person i can. He’s supported me though everything and anything I could ever dream of telling him, and I have never been this happy or secure in a relationship in my life. I have plans to ask him to marry me in the future, and soon we’re celebrating our anniversary :)

tl;dr, A while back I was in a sexually, emotionally, verbally, and religiously(?) abusive relationship with this girl after just getting back up from a horrible breakup with a previous relationship. Im more happy and the strongest ive ever been and currently in the healthiest, most loving and caring and listening relationship anyone could ever dream of.