Domestic Violence Story - Chapter Two
Things seemed to calm down, and he even allowed my friends to come over to our place for the first time in the 6 months we had been living together. I wanted things to go so well, I worked very hard to get the food and drinks ready and cleaned diligently.
My boyfriend was a recovering alcoholic and was clean and sober for 7 years. When my friends arrived, I served the drinks. He said he didnt want one, but I said it was okay for him to have just one. I didnt want him to feel awkward or left out.
Okay, you get it, right? Thats where I messed up. And having no previous knowledge of what a serious alcoholic was about and thought having a couple drinks wouldnt be such a big deal, I certainly learned my lesson.
(It took 3 days for my eye to open just to see if I was blind from the injury. There was cornea damage, the thank The Lord, I still had my sight.)
I served everyone drink after drink that night, and everyone, including my boyfriend, had a fantastic time!
When everyone was walking out the door was left open, and I noticed my dog, Pebbles, got out. We lived right on a main road, and I was frantic and asked him to get Pebbles right away. I cant recall what his reply was, but he didnt go outside to look, so I said it again, Pebbles got out, we need to get her now!
I was cleaning all the beer bottles up all over the coffee table, and I was standing right next to the couch. All I remember is being thrown into the couch on my back and held down. His knee was pushed down on my chest and one of his hands was squeezing my arm. I couldnt move at all.
Then it began. What seemed to last hours probably only lasted a solid 60 seconds and about 20 or more punches. I will never forget one punch, it sent my eyeball crashing right into my head! It hurt so badly, I thought my eye was gone. I felt my eye being shoved so hard into my brain it was brutal.
(This was taken more than 2 weeks after the incident.)
But he didnt stop. I weighed 115 pounds and was 5 6 tall. Hardly a match for a guy, even though he was shorter than I was.
The punches to my face, neck and chest continued. I remember saying Im sorry, please forgive me. Im sorry. Im sorry. Im sorry. Please. I love you.
Abused Men: The Hidden Side of Domestic Violence by Philip W. Cook ::
Chapter 2. Telling Their Stories: Men Speak Out, 37. Chapter 3. The Domestic Violence Trap: How to Get Help and Find Freedom from Abuse, 89. Chapter 4.
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Then he stopped suddenly! He took a beer bottle and broke it over his head. (A sudden rush of guilt came to his mind? Who knows!)
No time for making up or worrying about HIS head, I ran as fast as I could out of the apartment!
I ran to the convenience store area which was in our parking lot. Apparently the store owner saw me bleeding and yelling for help and called 911.
At just that moment, all of my friends came back and looked at me like they saw a ghost. Only about 15 minutes passed by since they left. It turns out they took my dog, Pebbles, as a joke. It didnt turn out to be so funny though. But she was okay, so I was VERY relieved about that! She was my pride and joy! If you seriously want unconditional love, animals dont let you down! :o) So I wont let them down, thats for sure.
My Pebbles...I got her when she was 5 weeks old. She fit in the palm of my hand. We were together for 17 years, some of the best years of my life. I was very blessed to have her love in my life.
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Domestic Violence Story Chapter Two