Ares

I met him in the spring - charismatic, confident, witty. He told me I was special, and I fell in love at first sight. At first, he wrote and called constantly, it seemed like it was just concern. Jealousy means love, right?

Then the first prohibitions and accusations appeared: don't communicate with friends, don't wear that sweater, don't post photos. I tried to argue, explain, but everything turned against me: "You're selfish", "You're nobody without me". He controlled me gently, through care and accusations.

I tried to be “correct”, deleted messages, smiled when I wanted to cry. Sometimes he was kind and gentle, and I believed that everything would work out. But then he would scream again or remain coldly silent – punishment for “wrong” behavior.

One evening he grabbed my phone holding an old chat with a friend.

• You hid this from me?

• It was before you. Why are you on my phone?

• Don't lie! Did you want to make me angry?

• I love you, I didn't do anything.

• You humiliated me! I could leave, but I'm staying. Without me, you're nobody. Ungrateful bitch.