No Way Out

I was 15 years old and completely in love. Jeff was my first real boyfriend. He was everything I wanted: fun, cute and utterly devoted to me-practically from the moment we met. After our first date, he wanted to be with me all the time. We spent every minute together. I didn't have to worry that he was cheating on me, and he never blew me off for his buddies. While my friends always seemed to …

…together during the week, it seemed as if Jeff was unhappy with me. I simply couldn't please him anymore. If I was excited and having fun, he said I laughed too loudly and was obnoxious. But if I tried to tone down my enthusiasm, he would complain I was moping or sulking and a full-on bore. He began to criticize my appearance, telling me how fat I was, even though I was a size seven.