Imagine that you’re an 18 year old young woman and you’ve just fallen in love for the first time.
You share things with him that you’ve never shared with anyone. You still have that youthful innocence and you haven’t yet been burned by someone that you love. You believe no one you love would break your trust.
Now, imagine you’re 23 and the relationship is starting to crumble. The things he used to do, that seemed lovely and sweet; now seem overly-protective and controlling.
You’ve graduated university and started working. He doesn’t like that you have your own life now – he’s no longer the centre of your universe. He finds your new friends threatening, so he gets upset when you spend time with them.
You do your best to try to make things work, but nothing seems to make him happy.
Eventually, you tell him it’s time for you both to start seeing other people.
He stares at you menacingly, and pulls out his phone. You stand there awkwardly while he scrolls through the photos on it. He shows you the photo with a leering grin on his face and you feel sick to your stomach.
It’s a photo of you, from when you were 18. You’re naked and clearly engaged in sexual activity.
It’s the kind of photo that makes you blush. You would be mortified if anyone except your boyfriend saw it. Maybe the photo had been taken at his insistence, maybe it was your idea.
Either way, you never thought that someone that you trusted would exploit that trust. You never thought that he would want to hurt you that much.