Disclaimer: I own the clothes I'm wearing and a few other items but that
doesn't include the characters in this story. sad.... i have used
information from other sources as well. so i hope that they won't mind so
much.
this is a story that i hope will bring more awareness to verbal abuse. verbal abuse is sometimes more damaging than actual physical abuse, destroying a person's self-worth and integrity. it can circumscribe a person's life within narrow boundaries of self-doubt and pain.
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Harry's POV
I know my relationship isn't great - but I can't seem to figure out how to describe it to anyone. I feel embarrassed to say things like, "He chooses the clothes I wear. He nags at me. Everything about me is wrong. He teases me."
I can't seem to feel like anything but a fool if I described these things to Ron or Mione.
I tell myself that it is "affectionate teasing" and "no big deal". He'd tell me I'd done such and such a foolish thing. He didn't seem mad. Or he'd 'tease' me that I couldn't get to the point in telling something. Or 'tease' me about the way I walk. Or the way I could never get my hair tamed. Or how my face would flush when he's remotely in the area.
Yes, it all seemed harmless. He didn't seem to be mad at me. In fact he seemed to smile at me, as if my stupid ways were cute. But I was beginning to feel stupid.
He'd laugh to others about the way I polished my broom. Or, he'd tell them how I spent so much time talking to Hedwig. Or how he could always make my knees go weak with a kiss.
I'd laugh, try to be a good sport.
Isn't this just the way people like to tease each other?
But I never teased him. It would seem too cruel. Isn't that a contradiction? I can't figure it out.
It was always something wrong with me. The way I talked, the way I gestured, the way I laughed, or how I forget things.
I keep telling myself that it is 'affectionate teasing'.
It went on and on. I told myself it was harmless, but it hurt. Was I really annoying him?
One day he teased me about how I folded my robes, I remember feeling really embarrassed. There are so many things I do 'wrong'.
I find that I have unconsciously begun to monitor his expressions. A look of irritation - I was wrong again! But how? I have no idea. But something I was doing was embarrassing or irritating him.
Am I this unlovable? Wasn't I lucky that this wonderful man choose me?
How subtly he is stealing my soul.
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Please R&R
this is a story that i hope will bring more awareness to verbal abuse. verbal abuse is sometimes more damaging than actual physical abuse, destroying a person's self-worth and integrity. it can circumscribe a person's life within narrow boundaries of self-doubt and pain.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Harry's POV
I know my relationship isn't great - but I can't seem to figure out how to describe it to anyone. I feel embarrassed to say things like, "He chooses the clothes I wear. He nags at me. Everything about me is wrong. He teases me."
I can't seem to feel like anything but a fool if I described these things to Ron or Mione.
I tell myself that it is "affectionate teasing" and "no big deal". He'd tell me I'd done such and such a foolish thing. He didn't seem mad. Or he'd 'tease' me that I couldn't get to the point in telling something. Or 'tease' me about the way I walk. Or the way I could never get my hair tamed. Or how my face would flush when he's remotely in the area.
Yes, it all seemed harmless. He didn't seem to be mad at me. In fact he seemed to smile at me, as if my stupid ways were cute. But I was beginning to feel stupid.
He'd laugh to others about the way I polished my broom. Or, he'd tell them how I spent so much time talking to Hedwig. Or how he could always make my knees go weak with a kiss.
I'd laugh, try to be a good sport.
Isn't this just the way people like to tease each other?
But I never teased him. It would seem too cruel. Isn't that a contradiction? I can't figure it out.
It was always something wrong with me. The way I talked, the way I gestured, the way I laughed, or how I forget things.
I keep telling myself that it is 'affectionate teasing'.
It went on and on. I told myself it was harmless, but it hurt. Was I really annoying him?
One day he teased me about how I folded my robes, I remember feeling really embarrassed. There are so many things I do 'wrong'.
I find that I have unconsciously begun to monitor his expressions. A look of irritation - I was wrong again! But how? I have no idea. But something I was doing was embarrassing or irritating him.
Am I this unlovable? Wasn't I lucky that this wonderful man choose me?
How subtly he is stealing my soul.
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Please R&R