The Voice of an Unbroken Spirit – True Story – CH 2

The 3rd time he abused me was because again I complained about how I was doing everything I could for him and he wouldn’t make any effort to help me, but instead he used me. He was the most selfish self centered asshole I’ve ever met in my life. He treated me like garbage and I did everything for him. I took my keys from him and he talked down on me while I stood on the balcony of  my apartment. I made a few smart ass remarks back and as soon as I entered my apartment he began another brutal attack leaving a scar across my chest. He choked me, threatened to kill me, and again held me against my will. As a result of this attack my kitty Saphire got loose and was attacked my another cat costing me hundreds of dollars in vet bills to patch her back up. He again apologized now claiming he was going to read the Bible, and do right by me, but this time I wasn’t convinced and I decided that it was time to get out of this relationship once and for all.

I began to talk to my children father again on the phone whom was in Oklahoma at the time whom claimed he was going to come get me, but never did and I eventually made plans to move back to Ohio because  I was tired of the abuse and I couldn’t find a job either.

One night my friend that lived downstairs invited me to a male review and I wanted to go. I didn’t care how the abusive jerk felt about it so I got dressed and told him I was going to a party. He got angry and called me “bitch” several times. I had enough so I called the police and had him escorted out of my apartment. I left and went to the review and came back intoxicated when I noticed this asshole broke into my apartment and was lying across my bed! I was too drunk to do anything so I just went to sleep.

The following day I ignored him and then asked him when he was going to leave. He asked me what my problem was and I told him again to leave and to have his things ready when I got back from the store. Later that night he still remained in my apartment and while I was on the phone with my son’s father he attacked me. He punched me in the the face while I sat on the floor, poured a can of beer all over my hair and face, and began to kick me while I was on the floor. I grabbed his dreadlocks trying to rip them from his scalp. He then started to choke me, I began to bang on the floor to alert my friend to call the police. The police came and asked me what happened and he tried to deny hitting me, but you could clearly see that I had been assaulted given the fact that I had fresh scars around my neck from him choking me. He was taken into custody after giving the police his sorry ass sob story claiming I was all he had. I never felt so much relief before in my life. It was like a weight was lifted from me when he left. I turned off my phone and actually slept peacefully because I knew he was going to call my phone repeatedly from jail.

The following day I turn my phone on after finding over 20 messages on my voicemail. He called again 2 minutes after turning my phone on. I answered and he claimed he was sorry and claimed he loved me. I really didn’t care how he felt. I no longer felt guilty for him being in jail. It wasn’t my fault he was there, it was his, but he did convince me to see him in jail. I know I shouldn’t have, but this was my opportunity to give him a piece of my mind.

When I went to see him, he again had this whole story about how he was reading his Bible and praying and going to Bible study. He wanted to come to Ohio and asked me to leave him money to go back to his home state. I told him ok, but I never intended on doing so at all. After several visits he asked me about the money and I told him the truth and told him that I was not leaving him any money at all. He got upset and that’s when I gave him a piece of my mind and reminded him about all the help I provided while he did nothing to help me. I told him that he treated me like garbage and took everything I had. I was able to say what I wanted without having to be physically abused. This was the last time I visited that asshole. I took a plane back to Ohio after selling everything I had including my car. I had to throw away a lot of clothes and toys that I couldn’t sell which really hurt.

I am glad I am out of that situation, but these events have had an impact on my life. I am now quick tempered, non-trusting, and mean. I will not allow anyone to take advantage of me or hurt me anymore and if I feel that I am being taking advantage of I end up losing patience and completey losing my temper. In a way this is a good thing because I have become more assertive and I have set boundaries in place that will not be broken with out consequences. I am a much stronger wiser woman than before these events I experienced in Florida.

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