Things had been very good for a month feeling the love for him again. No fearing him so my guard was coming down. Got inside the house and he went to his laptop and I was watching TV.
I looked over at him and he was very deep in concentration on whatever it was he was doing. He liked playing games but this was different. When I asked him what he was doing he searched for words. First red flag.
I walked over to him and he closed the laptop. Second red flag. My senses started to come alive, knew he was up to something, only could be no good.
I waited until he went into the bathroom to take a shower when I opened his computer and checked out his history. Sure enough, he had been talking with Valerie. The other woman, He came out of the bathroom and said he was going out for a while he needed some time alone.
The next day he came back I just ignored him. He went upstairs and was on the computer.
He came down a few hours later and started an argument with me. He tells me that I don't care about him and what he wants. I told him to go back to Valerie since she seems to be better for him. I just wanted him to leave for good. Then he says "No I love you, not her".
I told him you cannot have us both so you may as well go live with her.
The anger in his voice and the look on his face told me it was going to be a long night.
He pushed me down on the love seat and straddled me so I couldn't get away. How ironic he pins me to the love seat.
He is yelling at me and accusing me of cheating. Call the kettle black. Between choking me with both of his hands until I am blacking out. Then pulling my hair on both sides of my head, it felt like I was being scalped. After this point, I don't remember what happened for the rest of the night. The mind can take only so much before it blocks out the unbearable pain that is being afflicted on one's self.
All I know is that for days afterward it was a blur, to this day I do not remember what he did to me after that point. It is more than likely why it is taking me forever to write. My subconscious refuses to let me in.
That maybe a good thing.
I looked over at him and he was very deep in concentration on whatever it was he was doing. He liked playing games but this was different. When I asked him what he was doing he searched for words. First red flag.
I walked over to him and he closed the laptop. Second red flag. My senses started to come alive, knew he was up to something, only could be no good.
I waited until he went into the bathroom to take a shower when I opened his computer and checked out his history. Sure enough, he had been talking with Valerie. The other woman, He came out of the bathroom and said he was going out for a while he needed some time alone.
I told him I knew he was going to Valerie's. Of course, he denied it.
Told him he may as well take his clothes and leave the house key. He refused and left anyway without anything.
The next day he came back I just ignored him. He went upstairs and was on the computer.
He came down a few hours later and started an argument with me. He tells me that I don't care about him and what he wants. I told him to go back to Valerie since she seems to be better for him. I just wanted him to leave for good. Then he says "No I love you, not her".
I told him you cannot have us both so you may as well go live with her.
The anger in his voice and the look on his face told me it was going to be a long night.
He pushed me down on the love seat and straddled me so I couldn't get away. How ironic he pins me to the love seat.
He is yelling at me and accusing me of cheating. Call the kettle black. Between choking me with both of his hands until I am blacking out. Then pulling my hair on both sides of my head, it felt like I was being scalped. After this point, I don't remember what happened for the rest of the night. The mind can take only so much before it blocks out the unbearable pain that is being afflicted on one's self.
All I know is that for days afterward it was a blur, to this day I do not remember what he did to me after that point. It is more than likely why it is taking me forever to write. My subconscious refuses to let me in.
That maybe a good thing.
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