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 …showed first 75 words of 487 total…

…showed last 75 words of 487 total…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.