MY ABUSIVE BOYFRIEND

The Perfe

eamed of-charming, confident, and intoxicatingly handsome. He had this way of looking at me, like I wa

table when he saw me struggling to find a seat. That simple act of kindness was enough to start a conversation.

pecial. He sent me good morning texts, surprised me with flowers, and took me on spontaneous late-nig

ared. He would get jealous if I talked to other guys, but I convinced myself that it was just because he loved me so much. When he got upset, his temper

ght up in the magic of being with him. Love had a way o

o idea what

s just a mask. The night