I realized today that a large part of my shame comes from the fact that after I kicked him out of the apartment and after all the insane fighting, the abuse and the crap he put me through, I still clung on to the relationship for two more months. I am ashamed that I clung to such an *** of a person who didn’t treat me right. I advise everyone on here to leave their abuser, and here I clung onto mine longer than I should have. I guess I clung to the fantasy he created for me and the dream of marriage with someone. But I clung to the wrong person, someone who is a piece of you know what, I knew what he was at that point but I stayed and for that I feel shame.