The tradition originated in the Caribbean and is celebrated in several North American cities with West Indian communities, including Boston and Toronto.
I wanted to support him and be there for him in any way he needed me.I happily took on the task of making him feel loved and supported no matter what, it was me who was going to show him unconditional love.I was the girl who would say with pride that I would never let anyone, especially a boyfriend, hit me. He opened up to me immediately sharing the struggles with his family life growing up. He told me how his father was abusive to his mother and he hated him for it.I knew that it existed in the world and I knew it was bad if it happened, but I had no idea it was called Domestic Violence, and I definitely had no idea how deeply dangerous, manipulative, gradual and lonely being abused was, until I met Phil. With the amazing upbringing I had experienced it was difficult for me to imagine living in a violent environment.
I grew up in a household where violence was never an issue.We never discussed it beyond the general basics most children learn, no one is allowed to physically harm you, make sure you tell us if you are being bullied, and never bully or physically hurt anyone else.