The Very First Time

I tried to remember the very first time the Hillbilly was physical with me. I can't remember a specific incident as the first time.

It sort of escalated. We were at his parent's place. My friend was with us and we were going fishing. He said to put our stuff in the back of the truck. I put my bag in the back of the truck (he was standing in the box of the truck) he heaved it back at me swearing.

His mother was there and yelled at him for the way he treated me. He said I deserved it for almost hitting his fishing rod with my bag. I had tears in my eyes but he said it wouldn't happen again.

Then he started picking me up and putting me where he thought I should be. If he called me and I didn't come to him fast enough, he would grab me by my arms and carry me where he wanted me. I felt so humiliated...like I was a little child and he was my father.

He started drinking alot when we moved up north. That was when it got the worst. He started getting very physical once we moved up there. I never knew what would set him off. Sometimes he was very nice and loving and other times he was raging with anger and I was to blame for EVERYTHING.