So let me start this out by giving some background info. At the time I was 20, pregnant and had just moved back to my hometown after leaving my abusive ex.
I had started dating my childhood friend, K. After a few months of being together, we moved into an apartment. This apartment was a 2 bedroom, 1 bath. Its a cozy little apartment.
Well it was all going good until about a month after we moved in. He was always working so I would be left home alone, which I was not happy with, but what could you do, right? It started off as little things- knocking sounds, hearing voices, things being misplaced and lost. After my daughter was born, it gradually turned into bigger things- doors slamming, our tv’s and consoles turning on and off.